High Flying Adored
I have been hit by a wave of NRE. He is … simply wonderful. A couple of weeks into this and I already consider him my boyfriend. I haven’t told him that yet. Labels like that come with expectations. I am not sure that after only 2 weeks, expectations are reasonable and I worry – especially given my history with relationships lately.
But yesterday was, in a word, awesome. He took me flying in a Piper J-3 Cub. The plane, built in 1946, held only he and I. I was sure that I would get motion sick. Though my ears did have some pressure issues, lunch stayed down; even as I insisted he do hard turns as barrel rolls and loopty loops were out of the question. He even let me take the stick and play with the pedals. In other words , I FLEW THE PLANE! The houses, cars and fields were so small below. I could almost imagine myself a bird with the freedom to go anywhere – anywhere within a short distance to the airport, that is. I don’t think the smile left my face the entire time.
Afterwards, he showed me around the small airport and I hung out with his kids while he gave the misses a ride and hung out with the wife while his eldest took a turn. His business partner/ wife’s previous (and maybe future) significant other, didn’t seem to have much use for me. While I am usually good at getting on with people, he seemed fairly dismissive in attitude. But we will see how things progress.
After a shower for me and a nap for him, we went into the city for dinner. I decided that I would introduce him to a good friend who is in-charge of the best burger joint in the area. They were busy, but she had time to visit a bit. I do need to try to schedule a time to get down to see her when she is not working.
Back at his place, we had a nice night, though not overly restful. I have never been good about sleeping in new places. I wake at every little sound. Though being able to sleep with him is a very good sign – it is a sign of complete and utter trust.
I feel content for the first time in a very long while.
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