My Flyboy

I got an offer today to fly to Memphis for a spell, and chill out. Memphis? one might ask...but Memphis is where my flyboy lives. Yep, my "free pass" previously mentioned, is an amazing gentleman that works for an airline, and frequently makes stops in Portland, which is how I met him several years ago now.
We had been chatting via email for a long bit, telling stories back and forth. HJ is a wonderful communicator, and I always liked the fact that if I emailed or texted him, he responded and was excited about chatting with me. He LOVED hearing what I had to say, and was almost as opinionated as I was, or still am. And DAMN but if he wasn't a fine piece, to boot. I first met up with him on Christmas Day, 2005. Wow, seems so long ago. My Christmas Day had been hellish, and I was seeing Mr, but, as in most holidays back then, he wasn't available because of family. My sister had hosted the holiday, but hadn't been feeling well, and had acted truly atrocious to myself and my daughter. She just didn't want any noise that day. So I came home that night around 6 ish, and had a message waiting from HJ inviting me to meet him for a drink at the Doubletree in Portland. I decided that I needed a real Christmas Present, so I went.
The irony, at the time, was that the hotel was located right down the street from Mr's house....and back then I drove the flower shop van, emblazoned with the logo all over it. Hard to miss. I kind of chuckled at my audacity to be pulling a free pass right under Mr's nose, and as I started to really think about it, got kind of scared and tried to hide the van in back of the hotel. It didn't matter, he didn't know. But HJ was coming back from a Christmas Dinner, and I met him in the lobby, and, for a first time meet, he was everything I'd hoped. There were no drinks to be had in the entire city of Portland that night...it seemed all the bars were closed because of the holiday. But HJ was prepared, and had my favorite Merlot up in his room. LOL, yeah I know it's kind of sappy, but I thought it was really sweet that he'd remembered what my favorite wine was just from our emails, thought it was great that he prepared for ME, and knew I wasn't leaving without sumthin sumthin anyway, so why waste time.
It was a really amazing night, he was wonderful, and gentle, and dirty all at the same time. He always seemed to know what I wanted, but would make me ask him for it....explicitly. I was shy, I didn't want to say it. But he got every word out of my mouth he wanted to hear, and then some. It was hot and sweaty, it was relaxed, it was fun. The attraction was ridiculous, we couldn't stop that night. If I hadn't had to go home because of my daughter, we wouldn't have slept at all, it would have gone past the 4 times into double digits. He was insatiable, and I matched him in my eagerness.
The second time I saw him was in January of 2007. Mr had stood me up at NYE, and I hadn't seen or talked to him for 16 days. LOL, on THE DAY I was going to go pick up HJ at the airport, Mr. shows up in town...to talk. I was incredulous. Like, you can't be serious...NOW??? Mr. and I went to lunch at KFC, where I cried like an ass because I was so hurt and furious at him, and watched the clock out of the corner of my eye so I wouldn't miss HJ's flight. Mr. knew something was up, and he knew I was lying to him about where I was going. But, at the time, who cares? After a no-show, $250.00 waste of money, and 16 chicken shit days of no talking, I don't need to explain where I'm going or who I'm seeing, true? HJ's flight was right on time, and I made it there to get him. We stayed at the airport hotel, and it was another magical night. We even took time to go into Portland, down to the docks to pick him up some fresh "bugs", or lobster as we call em in lay terms. I hate seafood, hate the smell, the taste, the texture. Walking into that shop was torture, it was awful. HJ laughed so hard to see my crinkled up face, even tried to hide my face in his wool coat so i wouldn't smell it so bad. We caught supper at the Pizza Hut Bistro, had pizza bar and drinks, then headed for a night in. No TV, no competing with Red Sox, just his full attention, and wave after wave after wave of pleasure.
We've always stayed friends, thru the years. He obviously knows that I see people, and I surely know that he's not celibate, but when we chat or talk, however infrequently, that fire is instantaneously there again. His airline had stopped flying into Portland, but miraculously, they are again. We're trying to co-ordinate some Maine time when he comes up here, but he's really pressing for me to fly down to Memphis...to go to him for once, now that I have no commitments romantically. He's asked me for a week, I've told him I'll consider a weekend to begin with. He does have some odd habits, although endearing. He's an old sailor, and loves to tell stories about his days in Japan, or Spain. He makes me laugh a lot, even if it's just at him as he applies his shirt garters, or obsessively brushes his hair. He's a neat freak, I'm a total slob. But he's a genuine good guy at heart, and I certainly do have all the time in the world right now. HJ, you've always been there for me in the bad times, and I want you to know that I really do luv the mess outta you for that.
Damn, what is it with me and old sailors????