He was 10 weeks old, the age when male infants are most susceptible to SIDS (Sudden Infant Death Syndrome).
By the time the paramedics resuscitated him, he had been deprived of oxygen for so long that he was brain-dead.
"I just assume that there will be nannies." He made a rocking motion with his arms and said, happily, "Baby." Then he took me to a bookstore and handed me his credit card. When I looked at him, he said quickly, "It's not a prenup."Although I'd been dating a struggling 20-something entrepreneur, I was now engaged to a wealthy one.
Elon had sold Zip2, which partnered with newspapers to help them get online, in 1999, the year before, and was worth about million overnight.
Several hours later, my head bent over my Spanish text in an overheated room in the student center, I heard a polite cough behind me.
Elon was smiling awkwardly, two chocolate-chip ice cream cones dripping down his hands. He was a scientific type, at home with numbers, commerce, and logic.
Her name is Talulah Riley, and she played one of the sisters in 2005's is a really good movie, and b) My life with this man had devolved to a cliché. I said yes, but then blew him off with a note on my dorm-room door.
A fellow student a year ahead of me, he was a clean-cut, upper-class boy with a South African accent who appeared in front of me one afternoon as I was leaping up the steps to my dorm.
He also bought a million-dollar sports car — a Mc Laren F1 — and a small plane.
Instead, he proposed, getting down on bended knee on a street corner. A life without Elon was unthinkable, something I'd realized a few months before he proposed, as we napped together one spring afternoon before a friend's wedding.
Most of his newfound fortune he rolled over into his second company, an online banking institution, X.com, that later became Pay Pal (the online payment company). With my arm slung across his chest, I felt that he was my own private Alexander the Great. As we danced at our wedding reception, Elon told me, "I am the alpha in this relationship." I shrugged it off, just as I would later shrug off signing the postnuptial agreement, but as time went on, I learned that he was serious.
Our day-to-day routine remained the same (except for the addition of flying lessons), and Elon's wealth seemed abstract and unreal, a string of zeros that existed in some strange space of its own.
I made uneasy jokes that he was about to dump me for a supermodel.
I was not the only woman he pursued, but even after he transferred to Wharton he kept sending roses.