Flying High with Sean
Sean breezed through New York for a day, en route to Frankfurt. It was the most amazing and down-to-earth 24 hours, I could ever have hoped for. I arrived at JFK airport around 11a.m. to greet him, even after he insisted he’d meet me in the City. I wanted to make our reunion memorable and so I trucked myself to JFK, a good 45-minute hike from the City. He was well worth it.
Is there anything like a man in uniform? He looked even more handsome than I remembered – a classic page from a GQ Magazine. Man in uniform, sunglasses and a drop dead gorgeous smile. I totally melted as I ran into his arms, I really did. I was so gloriously happy to see him, as he was to see me. As we lingered in each other’s arms, he took off his shades, looked me in the eye and just smiled. I was beside myself, grinning from ear-to-ear.
Our time together would be short. We literarily had 24 hours before he would have to fly out again. Back in the City, we had brunch reservations at Beauty and Essex, one of my faves on the lower east side of Manhattan. He was such a gentleman, taking the time to pull out my chair, attending to my every whim and just generally being present. We started off with the lemon ricotta pancakes and finished with the chocolate bread pudding – oh yummy it was! Shortly after 2 p.m., we shared a cab, first making a stop in mid-town at Sean’s hotel. Sean needed to take a nap since just he arrived earlier, from an overnight flight. I then continued uptown to my home.
I returned to Sean’s hotel around 6 p.m. As I walked out of the elevator on the 19th floor and towards his room, there he was, waiting for me…charming as ever. I looked simple, elegant and chic. Barely there makeup, a fresh dose of Amazone parfum by Hermès and simple teardrop earrings. I had on a pair of deep blue low-rider jeans, paired with a cream sweater, and finished off with some wicked 4 and a half inch Balenciaga knee-high boots. He took one look at me, and scooped me up. “Welcome my love”, he cooed into my ears.
We lounged in his room, ordered room service and watched a movie. Our evening together was super low-key, and perfect. I had no desire and felt no need, to get all “dolled up” for a glamorous night out. Rather, we enjoyed the precious moments of warm conversation, and getting to know each other. No “fakery” no pretentious attitude. Sean is refreshing.
For now, I am flying high with Sean, and enjoying every bit of it. While I’m excited about the prospects, I would be completely disingenuous, if I did not share my concerns. My biggest concern is the distance. He is a pilot – Here today, gone tomorrow kind of thing. I’m concerned about how much we can sustain this new romance. I worry that our dates will be staged episodic rendezvous, where we are at our best behaviors. Really, how do you get to know someone you hardly ever see? Do you have an experience you could share? Post me a comment on the highs and lows of your experience in a long-distance relationship.
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