Waisted Story: Airport Hook-up

I felt like a rockstar for getting to the airport early enough to actually spend some time in the lounge. I was dressed comfortably in athletic wear, sneakers, and my TeMi Beads making their own statement of self-love.  I was also in the zone: headphones on, working on my laptop, and being productive. I smelled his cologne first: clean, musky, attractive, and expensive. My olfactory sense started tingling and I looked around to see if the visual would match.

The lounge had few people waiting for their flights, so he was not difficult to find. He was sitting in front of me and staring right at me. A self-assured handsome 30s looking man in hoodie and jeans. He gave a slight wave and I looked around to make sure it was meant for me. When I looked back at him, he had a grin on his face that promised adventures I would enjoy. I smiled politely in return and redirected my attention to my laptop. My pulse kicked up a notch and I took a few breaths to steady myself.

“Atlanta or Chicago?”

The deep voice went with the rest of him, and I sighed mentally before looking up.

“I’m sorry?”

“I was wondering if I have to change my flight. Are you headed to Atlanta or Chicago?”

I laughed because 1) it was a good line and, 2) I was tickled by the idea of him changing his ticket.

“Why would you change your flight for me?”

“I have been waiting to meet you for a long time. My name is Jason.”

He stretched out his hand and I gingerly placed mine in his. The warmth of him enveloped me; our eyes met and lingered. My lips parted but no words came out. I tried to pull my hand from his hold, but he tightened his grip slightly. Not enough to hurt but he had my full attention. At some point, I shook myself out of the reverie.

“I need my hand back.”

I found my voice and he let go. Slowly and reluctantly.

“Do you mind if I sit down?”

He gestured to the seat next to me and I was tempted to lie that I was waiting for someone. His smile showed that he was aware of my inner struggle. I shook my head and resolutely focused on the screen in front of me. He sat down and I was enveloped by his scent. It was not heavy; just really sexy. I am a sucker for people that smell good.

“I have about an hour before I lose my flight. I’m waiting for you to tell me where I’m headed now or if I should head back for it.”

“Oh…where are you supposed to be going?”

He handed me his boarding pass and I skimmed it. My jaw dropped and I looked at him in crazy.

“London? You are not in the right terminal. What’s wrong with you?”

“You walked past me at the coffee shop and made quite an impression. So, I followed and made sure you weren’t meeting anyone before approaching. I did not want to appear weird.”

I looked at him and rolled my eyes.

“So, you are hoping I let you follow me home to Chicago or Atlanta?”

“Or you can come with me to London. I will buy you a new ticket and you can keep this one for when you get mad at me and threaten to go back home.”

I consider my options carefully because I was interested in getting to know him better. I have a roommate who would not mind me being away for a little longer, can work from anywhere if I have a laptop, don’t have a pet, and pack light so I did not check in any luggage.

“Three tests before I give you an answer.”

He sat up straighter and stared intently at me.

“I’m ready.”

“Can I have your phone? I want to make sure you are not married or seriously dating.”

He handed it over with no reservations and told me the code to open it up. I asked if he had a second phone and he laughed.

“I have a busy work and life schedule with this one.”

“Call your mom.”

“You can call her. I told her I found you at the airport and would be talking to you.”

I hesitated so he took the phone from me and asked Siri to FaceTime his mom. He talked to her on speaker and turned to camera to both of us.

“Did you get to talk to her? Is she nice?

A male voice called in the background, “Did you really meet the girl you will marry at the airport?”

“Ummm…you are on speaker. She can hear you.”

Silence and then laughter. I looked at his mom’s face in shock. They were definitely related.

“Hello, airport lady.” It was his mom.

“Hi. I’m sorry I don’t know what to say. I wanted to make sure he was not lying before taking the conversation any further.”

“He saw you, called me, and went after you. I hope I get to meet you soon. Go talk to him and call us back.”

She hung up and he turned to me.

“The third test?”

This was the hardest one, but he had passed two so far.

I got up, straddled his lap, and leaned in.

“I have to be sure that the attraction is real.”

He captured my mouth in a kiss that assured me that it was. I rocked into his lower body and was even more affirmed by his reaction. When I lifted my head to catch my breath, our foreheads were touching, and I had forgotten we were in a public space. His hands held my hips and tangled in my TeMi beads waistbeads.

“The decision? Because it is going to be so much harder to let you go after that.”

“I guess you are buying me a ticket to London.”