I like a boy. That I’ve never even met. And I’m strongly considering taking a gigantic leap and flying to the other side of the world in a month or so to meet him. So I’m probably a huge fool, but so be it. My life is in total disarray right now due to horrific personal decisions I made and the various repercussions that are continuing to pile up on top of each other, so right now I’m pretty much willing to do just about anything to take my mind off of how disastrous my world is right now.
Once again, Tinder has struck. “Reed” and I matched there on August 15th. I thought he was super cute and was hoping we would match when I swiped right on him, but after a few days when we hadn’t I figured he had seen me and passed up. So I was obscenely excited that Saturday night when I got a match notification followed by a message and it was him.
We fell into instant conversation that night and really haven’t stopped since.
Only, history is repeating itself in certain ways. Once again, it’s a Navy pilot. As such, I made sure this time to pointedly ask if he was married. Negative. I asked what he was looking for on Tinder and he said he’d like to go out locally and possibly continue something one he’s further. All well and good, except once again, he’s all over the place and we crossed paths on Tinder due to a fleeting proximity but it turned out he was actually 2,000 miles away from me. And that’s close compared to where he is actually stationed for the time being. He happened to be back in the states for training, but his home base is in Japan. Yikes. However he will be permanently back in the states in a few months. Not so yikes.
It didn’t take us long to eventually exchange numbers and from there we texted on the daily for 2 weeks. I lost quite a bit of sleep, in the wake of our time difference, staying up into the wee hours of the morning to be able to talk to him after he was done with his training and work duties for the day, but it was worth it. I liked hearing about what he had learned and all the fun he had and just shooting the breeze and picking his brain. Reed is handsome, which helps matters, but most importantly, he’s also VERY, VERY intelligent. He does fly jets for a living, which kind of lends itself to that fact already, but even over and above that I just get a really cerebral vibe from him. Almost to a geeky extent. But I don’t mind that at all. He went to an awesome school and majored in things that have nothing to do with piloting so in a way he’s like a jack of all trades and I admire that about him. I like a man who is smarter than me.
The best part is that we remained in MUTUAL contact. Meaning, I’d wait him out sometimes to see if he’d initiate conversation with me and sometimes it’d be super late in
the my day and I’d start to get discouraged thinking I wasn’t going to hear from him, but then all of a sudden there he was sending me a text. Maybe that’s slightly childish, but I sometimes like to test things to make sure I’m not the only one making the effort to keep in touch. And I definitely wasn’t.
A week or so after we started texting, we arranged for a phone call and ended up talking for almost an hour. He sounded the way I had imagined he would sound, and the conversation flowed pretty effortlessly. He had expressed some reservations earlier that week about not being a big phone person because he’s not a good talker. I did get the impression from texting that he’s more on the reserved/shy side of things, but we didn’t have any problems on the phone.
Last week encompassed his last few days of training, and then in the middle of the week he flew to another base and his father flew in to meet him and they got to hang out for a few days before he headed out to sea on an aircraft carrier for an undisclosed amount of time (understandably). I was worried that he’d be too busy with his dad to talk to me, or that, as “real life” reared its ugly head, we’d fall out of touch, but we didn’t. From my experience with the douchebag pilot from the last entry, I was halfway expecting that once Reed flew “elsewhere,” something would change or I’d find out he’s married or otherwise attached or something like that, but nothing changed. Even throughout his various adventures with his dad, he still maintained contact and was responsive to me.
The icing on the cake was when he gave me his email address to reach him on the carrier – unprompted. We had conversed in the past about staying in touch through email while he was out to sea and he was amenable to it, but I hadn’t brought it up since. So that was very reassuring…I would hope/assume he’s not handing out his official email address like candy to random girls, so it was a very good sign that he was serious about staying in touch with me. Even if I’m just some broad he’s never met.
The last text I received from him was on Sunday night. In a previous text he told me he’d be back in Japan in early October and I asked if that was an invite. He didn’t respond immediately and I ended up falling asleep, but when I woke up in the morning I saw he had texted me back to answer affirmatively on the invite and then asked when I’m thinking to come. I replied back several times over the course of Monday but never got a response. I didn’t get the feeling that he was suddenly just blowing me off, so I figured he was probably on the carrier at that point. On Tuesday morning I tried my luck with the email address he gave me. He answered later that night and confirmed that he was on the carrier getting into the swing of things and then asked how I was.
I told him a bit about my adventures at a baseball game I went to that night, then asked him what city in Japan a girl would be heading to if she were hypothetically planning an impromptu trip in early October.
And there we still stand. I have yet to receive a reply. So maybe he’s just terribly busy or maybe he wasn’t really serious. And maybe I’m an idiot for considering flying to another country to meet a guy for the first time. Alone, at that. A couple of my friends seem to think so. And I probably am. But I honestly can’t think of many reasons NOT to do it. Worst case scenario: we don’t hit it off. But still, I’m in Japan. A destination I’ve always wanted to go to. Best case scenario: we hit it off. And I’m still in Japan. A destination I’ve always wanted to go to. And I get to hang out with a guy I like.