Once upon a time, I was dating the jackass previously mentioned *See Golden Confidence, when along came a cute man, waltzing into the bar I worked at. I found him to be a pilot, charming, and a smart ass, much like myself. I was instantly interested, but I was loyal to the jackass, and pursued nothing with said pilot. He left me his number and a note, mentioning he would fly me to his home in Memphis, to see a touring Broadway show. Pilot came into my bar several times over the course of a year, each time we would flirt, he would leave me his number, and I would never call. I just thought that all of his flirting was due to his alcohol consumption.
About 6 months after my breakup with the Jackass, the pilot just happened to walk into my bar again. I suggested we get to know each other better, and he went home with me that very night. We stayed up talking until 6am. The next weekend he arranged for me to fly to Memphis, which might be the ONLY promise he ever kept to me. On that visit to Memphis, he did the most memorable sweet thing, a man has ever done for me. We went out for dinner, and as we were leaving the restaurant it started pouring, which ruined our plans. We didn't have an umbrella with us, so this man actually swept me off my feet, and ended up carrying me through the streets, so my feet wouldn't get soaked. Isn't THAT romantic. People were looking at us like we were crazy. I remember laughing the entire time to the car. I had a wonderful time that weekend, we had chemistry, and for two months he flew to Columbia to see me whenever he could.
One of my favorite memories of him was the time he signed himself into my dorm building as Al E. Gator. He did this late one night after we had been out cocktailing, as he calls it. I thought that it was really funny, until I was punished for it. Our res life staff at the college, didn't think it was very funny at all, and I was sentenced to write a two page double spaced, 12 point, times new roman font, paper on why it was inappropriate to let a guest sign in with a pseudonym. It was a funny story to tell people and it pretty much summed up why I liked him. He was spontaneous, creative, and charming.
We also shared a strange love for rapping, which is hilarious, only because we are two very white people. Eventually I wrote and performed for him a Valentine's day rap. This was one of those moments when I put my heart out there, even though I'm pretty sure I looked like an idiot. It was just stupid lyrics, not about love, but about us. Sadly for me, that was the last visit he made to Columbia. Rhymnocerous called less and less frequently. I have NO idea where I went wrong. I soon became mildly deranged with the idea that maybe he had died or become injured while flying planes. I dismissed these delusions when one day, news feed on facebook told me that he had just become friends with someone. *Pilot is now friends with Jane Doe*
I went for a long time wondering what happened, and then one day out of the blue about 6 months later, he re-entered my life. He apologized, stating that things had gotten too serious too fast for him, and that he was immature for not telling me what happened, and running away. I believed his every word, I am a quick forgiver, and I was anxious to see how great things could be with this guy. He started making promises to come visit. Once he chose tennis, then promised another time, and couldn't make it for some other reason. Then he finally promised me that he would see me before New Years that year. You guessed it, he failed to make that happen too. Like I said, I can forgive almost anything, if you ask me to. Instead of telling me why he couldn't make it this time, it seems like he had disappeared again, without a word.
I wanted to go crazy and leave him angry messages, I wanted to ask why he could'nt seem to get it together, but I know that I am slightly afraid of what his answers would be. Now he will never know, what he could have had, but messed up twice.
Universal rule # 5
Long distance can be a success, if you work at it. Beware long distance also allows for one or both parties to vanish almost with out a trace, leaving the other party perplexed by the other species.
I believe that we make time for the things we want to make time for. I was just not that thing for him, like he was for me. I have learned, and now I move on. Happy Birthday to me!
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