Bachelor #2 is a a handsome airline pilot I matched with on Tinder a few days before Christmas. Let us call him Sven.
Sven had a blurb in his profile about possibly needing a date to a concert in late January, and I opened up conversation by declaring that I would in fact be his date. He affirmed and we both agreed we were glad that that was settled. All in facetiousness, of course.
And from there, we just haven’t stopped talking yet, although meeting in person is still a vague concept for the time being. It turns out he lives 850 miles away; we surmised that we must’ve matched when he was on an overnight trip nearby at some point. Drats.
Yet, I don’t know…it doesn’t seem to be a deal breaker for him. He’s not fond of the dating prospects in his area because under-educated working class single mothers are ubiquitous and he prefers more education in his women. And he doesn’t have a lot of time to waste with people between work and his 6-year-old son (he’s divorced). But he’s stuck there for the time being because of his son.
And it’s not so much a deal breaker for me either, honestly. It’s not ideal, of course, but he’s an airline pilot so even if we leaved near each other we would regularly be “long distance” due to the nature of his work.
And most importantly, we just seem to click. We have talked on a daily basis for the most part since December 22. And while we have maintained a mutual PG-ish flirtatiousness, he has not at any time been sleazy or crass or tried to solicit anything out of me of a sexual nature.
There was a time a couple of weeks ago when I thought it was probably done for, but that turned out to be a false alarm. Shortly after we first started talking, Sven explained that he liked his current airline, which he has been with since the summer (after retiring from the Marine Corps), but that he has to commute to the main hub several states away when his work periods start, and that can be physically taxing and also takes away from time with his son. Delta is his dream job, but it just happened to be that his current airline called him for an interview first so that’s where he ended up.
But it so happened a couple of weeks ago that Delta finally called him to schedule an interview and he is really excited about it. But it will take a lot of preparation and studying on his part because Delta is apparently known for having a very intense/difficult interview process. As he was telling me all this, I surmised that he was pretty much trying to say that between work, his kid, and now the upcoming interview, I probably would not hear from him as much, and so I just went ahead and threw that out there, and he concurred.
Bummer. Best case scenario: he was being genuine and would just have too much going on to give any attention to some girl he has never met. Worst case scenario: he was just trying to blow me off and this was a convenient excuse.
But that’s just how these things go sometimes so I couldn’t be mad, especially with him taking the time to warn me. I told him I understood and that I had enjoyed talking to him, and he agreed. He then advised that he didn’t plan to be totally off the radar, so that kind of made me feel better.
He seemed astonished at my understanding tone, because he asked “How are you so reasonable?” I replied that I can appreciate the fact that he has a lot going on right now, and that I am a proponent of the philosophy that if it is meant to be, then it will be in time.
He never responded that night (a Thursday), and then I didn’t hear from him at all on Friday. So I wasn’t sure if this was the beginning of the “prep period” limited contact phase or if maybe I had laid it on too thick with the “meant to be” stuff and he somehow was put off by that – like maybe I was thinking way too much into this or something.
But that Saturday morning he texted me again and our contact since really hasn’t seemed to dissipate much since, despite his warning. And the way he texts sometimes is almost along the lines of “checking in” – like, just to show me pictures of whatever he and his son are up to at the moment, or to regale me with tales of how he is at dinner with the rest of the flight crew, who are all elderly, and they are conversing about other people they know around their age that have died. Whatever the subject matter may be, it’s like sometimes he is just thinking of me and wanting to reach out – it’s cute.
But I’m like 0 and 22 with pilots though, so…