I’ve been working on my first post in about a month. It’s going crazy, so I thought I’d try a lil MAX Blog Challenge post on my way to work today.
Also, it’s 4:05 in the morning.
But, looking for inspiration on my way in to work today, two things came to mind:
First, I’m thinking about trying to leave at noon today. Normally, Mondays are my “short” days…usually 6:00-3:00, since I have acupuncture after work. Knowing myself, if I try to leave at noon, I’ll be outta there at 12:30, and that’s still eight hours. So, there’s that.
Second, I remembered seeing Jeo at the airport the other day and that made me smile. We didn’t speak, he was walking toward his flight at my normal pace and talking to another flight attendant. I became aware of them as our paths coalesced, it’s just unusual for people to move at or maintain my pace.
Still, I didn’t realize it was him until after we passed the Pet Relief Area after someone’s pet had died – only possibility, given the odor – and I heard Jeo say, “Yes. That is a smell!” as he passed through the area. I half-turned my head and chuckled.
But still didn’t realize it was Jeo.
I was pushing s rolling rack of souvenir tees to each of our stores to fill in and they hopped on the moving sidewalk. That added momentum carried them ahead of me and that’s when I realized it was Jeo.
He either didn’t notice me or didn’t say anything. Given his pace, I let him keep going instead of interrupting to say hi. I figured he was in a rush to get to his flight.
Plus, it was around 3:00 and I looked like hell toward the end of a long day.
Jeo has only recently come back into my life. We stopped talking two years ago this coming Fall.
About a month ago, I was on a MAX home in a car filled with fucking hot men.
Not just hot.
For instance, the fireplug of a construction worker sitting right in front of me. He had me plenty distracted, even before he struck what I call the Beauty Pose.
The Beauty Pose is when people turn sideways in their seat and put a leg up on the seat, resting their chin on a fist that is propped on their knee. It’s the classic “look at me/don’t look at me” posturing.
So, The Fireplug got off at my stop, which amused me. I further amused myself with the notion of stopping at The Fox & Hounds for a beer on the off chance he stopped in, too. He’d gone left, heading up Davis and I’d gone right up Everett, so anything was possible.
But I didn’t. I was being good.
At 4th St, I realized he hadn’t gone into F&H. Gotta love catching a flash of safety yellow out of the corner of your eye at a crosswalk!
That brief glimpse kept me amused for several more blocks until he was no longer with me at Broadway.
Whatever. That was my longest relationship of 2017.
A couple of blocks later, someone touched my back.
I turned to see a rather attractive man that wasn’t The Fireplug.
It was Jeo, but I didn’t realize that until he said, “I thought that was you!”
He went on to say he’d been thinking about me recently and was happy to run into me.
When I asked why, he told me that he regretted leaving things the way he had after I’d served him some “realness” – his word – that he hadn’t wanted to hear.
He felt bad about it and had been looking for a way to apologize since he realized I’d been within my rights.
Hey, I’ve seen enough sitcoms to know that when a friend kisses you unexpectedly after a couple seasons…things are off track.
I appreciated his gesture and then wondered aloud at his presence in my hood, since he lived in St Johns.
Turns out he had moved into NW and was on his way home. That was also when I learned he had become a flight attendant.
This was also when he remembered that I was heading home and said, “Don’t you live around here, still?”
“Yeah, a couple blocks back” I replied.
“You walked extra blocks for me?!?” he said, genuinely touched by my nothing effort.
Shucks. “Well, yeah, it was nice to catch up” I said, gesturing that I should head home to feed the Mistress Myrtle.
He gave me a hug and said it was nice to catch up. I suggested a coffee or drink at the airport one day and he agreed.
We were still hugging.
I’d attempted an end between sentences, but he deepened his hug, like a cuddly constrictor.
I’d forgotten what a hugger he was and re-engaged, appreciating his quirk.
We’ve traded a few texts, but nothing has happened except that random sighting.
And a guy restoring my faith in men, to some degree.