By Shelley G. Anderson
Have you ever been so in love that the rest of the world seemed to be at a standstill? When the object of your affection is right in front of you or as far as a step across the street, nothing else matters. The sunlight glistens in such a way on your beloved that the sparkle from the reflection drenches your face and dazzles your vision, making you oblivious to everything around you.
Looking out my window, I see the love of my life, sitting there just a few yards away, serenely waiting for me. I'll never forget the documentary film maker from London who, after an hour long interview with me, met you and was obviously enamored. He literally was speechless as he stared at you. When he tried to say something witty, I interrupted with, "Beautiful, isn't she?" I think he was genuinely embarrassed and not sure how to reply. Previously he had been so eloquent in his questions about my work as a celebrity personal assistant. Now he was dumbfounded. Love does that to people. Well, in his case it wasn't love, it was down right lust.
Suddenly, I'm in a trance, dreaming about the all the times we've spent together, and all the heads we've turned over the years.
Remember that leisurely drive up the Southern California coast, Josh Groban's song Alla Luce del Sole blasting from the stereo? We stopped to watch the waves softly kiss the shore in Santa Barbara. The breeze was wafting through my hair, feeling like a gentle caress. A light rain began to fall, covering us both with tiny beads of water. Instead of running for cover, we remain, transfixed, as droplets continue to fall, unaware of our surroundings, drinking in the moment.
What is it about love that can do this to a person? Songs have been sung, poems have been written, art has been created, and empires have fallen over the love of one. I don't profess to be a conqueror, composer, painter, or poet, but I do know that I'm a lover. Today my beloved is waiting for me.
Love is an eleven letter word: convertible. This sensuous Lexus SC430 silver convertible with satellite radio, custom alloy wheels, and -- sigh, seat warmers, is, truth be told, owned by my boss. But due to a series of events too complicated to explain here, this car has become my daily transportation for the last nine months. It's just one of the benefits of being a celebrity personal assistant. People often assume celebrity personal assistants get to enjoy many perks because they work for famous people. Yes, there's a plus side, but I want you to know that I don't think of driving the boss's car as a mere perk. It's so much more than that. It's a thrill. It's bliss. It's ecstasy. It's rapture. For want of a better word, it's kismet.
Well, I need to go now. I have a date with my own (okay, it's really my owner's) true love.
Shelley G. Anderson is the personal assistant to self-help author Louise L. Hay, and writes the column Dear Miss Know It All. She is the author of Dealing With Divas: A Survivor's Kit for the Celebrity Personal Assistant (or Anyone with a Pushy Boss). To learn more about her, visit Dealing with Divas.
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