Not that long ago I was dating a lawyer, we’ll call her Em. She was a litigator and she was gorgeous, the kind of lawyer you see on NBC at 9 p.m. on a Wednesday night; long blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, a nice toned body with a pair of legs that you could spend hours wrapped up in. She was more than beautiful though, she was deeply intelligent and challenged me in a way that I’d never really been challenged before. We both loved arguing for the sake of arguing and I think that was part of what made our relationships so electric, the tension.
We’d been dating for a few months when the holiday season rolled around and with work, family, etc we thought it’d be nice to get away for a week and decompress with each other. We hadn’t vacationed together yet due to work schedules so it seemed like it was time. I inherited a large cabin in West Virginia from my great uncle on a huge piece of acreage so we decided that would be remote enough for us. The Friday after Thanksgiving we hopped on a flight to Dulles and were there in the early afternoon. One rental care and two hours on the road and we had arrived.