At Long Last

In more ways than one. A) The fact that I’m writing for the first time in ages (I have gone through a very tumultuous couple of months on several levels. It’s funny…if I’m too emotional, I can’t write. If I’m not emotional enough, I can’t write. And B) A long-awaited, highly anticipated meeting with someone whose peripheral presence in my life dates back to July 2014, but that up until January 11, I had never met in person.

JP. Yet another pilot. Commercial, not military, but a pilot all the same. I won’t go into extreme detail since there are several previous entries already documenting our humble beginnings and subsequent stagnation, but the short and sweet of it is: we matched on Tinder; I liked him; he seemed to like me; but then it turned out he liked someone else too; he promised he’d come see me but stood me up instead to go see her and entered into some retarded relationship at the speed of light; yet he still found the need to reach out to me a while after.

And for the past year and a half, we have never really lost touch. The contact has been sporadic and mostly tenuous, but nevertheless, we have both felt the need to initiate contact with each other from time to time for whatever reason.

In any case, before 2 weeks ago we hadn’t really talked much lately. I told him a bit about Reed back in those days (the before, not the aftermath), and I wrote a line or two to him on Facebook (our main medium of contact) since, but sometimes he answers and sometimes he doesn’t and I never take it to heart because I figure he’s either traveling and/or with his tacky girlfriend.

Well on January 10, 2 Sundays ago, he decided to inform me that he was flying into an airport about an hour south of me the next morning for an overnight trip. And I happened to be off from work and didn’t have much to do, so suddenly there we were: on the cusp of meeting at last. Completely randomly and out-of-the-blue.

I halfway thought I wouldn’t hear from him the next morning or he’d make up some excuse or something, but nope…he landed around 10:30 AM and texted me right after and I left my house to drive to his hotel.

And there we met…in front of a Marshall’s. (His hotel was adjacent to a shopping center.) JP…the tall, strawberry blond-ish (maybe more red?) boy who stomped on my heart the summer before last.

Usually meeting someone in person can be nerve-racking or awkward…this wasn’t. I don’t know why…I just felt comfortable with him right away. I felt like I knew him. Which, in a way, I guess I do. I have “known” him for a year and a half and I know a lot about him, but obviously you don’t really know someone until you meet in person (i.e. Reed – we will talk about that later, I promise).

He was standing on the curb at first but he came out to meet me when he saw me sauntering across the lot, and we hugged and just stood in the middle of a parking space at first talking about what we were going to do. An old lady was trying to park in the space, we noticed after a few moments, so we moved over to accommodate her. She got out of her car and I think JP uttered something along the lines of an apology or something, because she responded that she didn’t mind because she could see he was standing there “talking to that beautiful girl.” Probably a better string of words could not have been uttered at that moment by a complete stranger to kick everything off. It never hurts when a stranger points out your desirability in the presence of a love interest.

It was a little after noon at this point and JP and I were hungry, so we decided to Uber to a mall complex a few miles down the road to eat. We chose a restaurant and made a beeline for the bar area where we sipped on several rounds of mimosas (he likes pineapple juice mixed in his, which he turned me on to as well) and a small bite to eat.

After a couple hours there, he in so many words asked what I wanted to do next, so that let me know that he wasn’t ready to call it a day, which was nice. We decided to walk around the mall for a little while. It was probably about a 200 yard hike from the restaurant, across a desolated parking lot, and it was bitterly cold and I had not dressed appropriately for the weather, but JP was such the gentleman – he gave me his coat to wear.

We got to the mall and I didn’t see many stores of interest until I spotted a Victoria’s Secret. I figured JP might think it was fun to help me pick out some underwear, and I don’t think he minded at all. I chose mostly, but I let him pick out a pair or two that he liked. From there we were done with the mall and Ubered back to his shopping center. I stashed my bag and we decided to hit up another restaurant right across from his hotel for happy hour.

The drinking continued, though while he stuck to beer given that he had to fly early the next morning and had to be mindful of that, I was off the next day and started figuring I wouldn’t be driving home that night, so I switched to hard liquor. I got pretty buzzed from there.

I don’t really remember when or how the deal was sealed exactly, but eventually we walked to his hotel together and decided to make use of the Jacuzzi in his room, which he had mentioned earlier in the day.

Some fooling around did occur, although not actual intercourse because we didn’t have any condoms. I remember a conversation we had about LMDP where he pretty much insinuated that he planned on breaking up with her eventually but he couldn’t right now because his brother’s getting married and the brother’s fiancé met LMDP and liked her so much she invited her to be in the wedding so it would be very piss poor timing to break up with her at this point. Right.

But it all gets really fuzzy from there. He had to wake up at 5 a.m. to get ready for his flight, so I set my alarm for 3 AM with the intentions of getting out of his way beforehand, but I was too tired to get up when my alarm went off so I stayed and cuddled with him some more. He woke up as planned but said I could stay and sleep in until later in the morning, so I ended up seeing him off. I must say, he does look pretty hot in his captain uniform.

Before he left, he grabbed a boob (I only had on panties), kissed me several times, and remarked that he “doesn’t know where we go from here.” And that was that. I walked to a nearby McDonald’s right after he left (I always crave carbonation the next day for some reason after I drink a lot), came back and ate, slept in some more, then cleared out a little before 9 a.m.

Then came the rest of the day when I waited to see exactly where we DID go from here. Did he like me? Will I hear from him? Are we going to run away and live happily ever after? I finally bit the bullet and texted him after I didn’t hear anything later that day. I let him know I cleared out of his room and was home watching Making a Murderer, as he had raved about it the day before. His responses were polite, but not exactly encouraging. The last thing I texted him was to ask what dates he was headed back here, because the day before he had been sure to mention that he would be back in the area this past weekend, but he never responded. I was in an area that got hit by Jonas anyway, so it’s likely that any flight of his was canceled, but still…

I guess that’s a no-go on us living happily every after.


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