Someone with whom I can
do unspeakable things
Back home in Sydney. And reminded once again of a thorn in my side. In fact, I've had it up to here (imagine my hand indicating a level roughly equal to my neck).
Why don't I have someone special to meet me at the airport when I fly home?! I can't even count the number of times I've deplaned and scurried past the greeting area. Wishing, hoping, aching to have someone there to throw their arms around me and say a simple, but heartfelt, "I've missed you and I'm so glad you're home." I have a couple of great friends who have certainly met their fair share of my planes, and I'm lucky enough to always be greeted by loving family members in Brisbane and Ottawa. But to see someone who makes your heart skip a beat; someone to just welcome you home after a long flight. How amazing would that be, for a change?! In all my 38 years, I've only twice been met by someone who I could go home with and do unspeakable things. I long for the day when I can stop and scan the crowd to find someone who's there just to see me. I really and truly long for it.
conceived, scrawled, heavily edited, carefully reconsidered, left for a while to digest, edited once more, and then ultimately posted by: just call me jeff at
6:02 a.m.
7 Comments:
Sometimes you really freak me out. As I was ascending the escalator at Hartsfield Airport last night I was having the very same thoughts.
As we waited at the baggage carousel and could tell that something was wrong it was very disheartening not to have a 'you wait with the bags while I go find out what is going on' person to turn to. Instead I had to haul my stuff across the airport to get answers.
Even worse, after taking Marta to the station closest to my house I realized that it is not a station that cabs actually frequent so I was out there at midnight with 1.5 miles to go with all my luggage. No one to call, and no one to notice that I wasn't home yet or they hadn't heard from me. Lovely 'unspeakable things' became the least of my worries. But all was not lost. I started out up the road and a bus drove by (I think it had been at the Marta station) and he let me get on and drove me to the corner nearest my house, not on the route or anything! And then as I was walking up the street a car started to come up behind me but it turned out that it was a police car who was making sure there was no problem. Not what you typically expect from a large American city.
'Unspeakable things' aside I wish I could be there to greet you the next time you're arriving at an airport.
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Unknown, at 7:03 a.m.
I've always thought there was money to be made in an airport "Meet and Greet" service. Think of it as a PG-13 escort service. A quick meet and greet? Uh $25. Wanna peck on the cheek, too? $35. Long passionate kiss much to the dismay of some others in the arrival area: $50? Unspeakables back at your place. Call and we'll negotiate. LOL.
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Jeffrey Cufaude, at 10:52 a.m.
You and me BOTH, Girlfriend!
I also hate it when I travel for work and have nobody to call to say I made it there safely.
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Jake, at 11:51 a.m.
Oh, man. I so hear you on that.
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dantallion, at 12:22 p.m.
I so identify with what you say. So many times in so many different countries I've felt just that. My latest trip back to London with Eleanor by my side was so comforting. Everybody needs that some one to meet them at the other end to be able to do the unspeakable with... Keep looking, he's out there somewhere
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Greg, at 11:52 p.m.
Ladies and gentlemen: thanks for the empathy. Just when you think you're the only one feeling a particular way, you find out that you're far from alone. I like that feeling a lot!
I'm sure we'll each find our special "him" -- that guy who waits anxiously with a smile and greets us with a hug, who picks up our bag from the carousel and pays for the outrageously overpriced parking fee.
Thanks for sharing with me, everyone. As for really freaking you out, Luscious Lorna....it goes with the territory of being your bosom buddy. We can complete each other's sentences, we can make each other laugh at the drop of a hat, and we know how the other thinks. I'm happy to know we share that bond. And I LOVE when you pick me up at the airport!!
Jeff.
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just call me jeff, at 1:29 a.m.
Oh, and Jeffrey.....that's quite a business opportunity you've identified! Let's negotiate : )
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just call me jeff, at 1:32 a.m.
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