Disclaimer: The following story IS about real people, the events are also real, although they may have been altered slightly. Both parties agreed to the posting of this series of stories. The names in this series, may or may not have been changed.
Mike and Debbie meet... FINALLY...
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My name is Michael, I am 48 years old, 6'3" and 195 pounds. I have slightly longish blonde hair and hazel eyes. I don't consider myself the best looking guy in the room, but far from the worst. I couldn't be considered over weight by any means, but do have a slight soft spot around the middle, that comes and goes from time to time. I am happily blessed with one of those metabolisms, you know, the one that women hate, can eat and eat, and still stay below the 200 pound mark.
I am a big fan of Facebook and play more than my fair share of Mafia Wars. I have been twice married, and rather unceremoniously left by both of them. I have two daughters, one from each wife; both of them taken out of my life by their departing mothers.
During our married lives, I discovered that both of them had had on-line affairs. Then they both left me, great huh?
After the departure of my second wife, I began spending even more time glued to Facebook. Yeah, I know... why not go out and find a REAL woman and get out of the house and all that crap. Well, after two strikes, I was not really interested anymore... Guess I just got tired of setting up a life, only to have it stolen away from me.
I wound up losing my job, because of some superfluous bull shit, and had to get away from the place. I moved south, and had a difficult time find work, but managed somehow.
I posted a comment one night on Facebook about the brand of ice cream I was eating and received a couple of comments on it. Debbie had been one of the comments. She had been sending comments for some time in the recent past, but I guess I never really noticed them. On this occasion however, she and I got to talking and the conversations progressed from there.
We started sending text messages and talking to one another on the phone. I managed to find myself a steady income and managed to put some money aside. With my birthday approaching, Debbie and I decided that I would fly over and meet her for my birthday, and spend two days with her.
Heading for the airport, the nerves were something else. I had seen pictures of Debbie and knew what she looked like, or so I thought, but actually meeting her was another thing.
The flight over was fairly uneventful, I had a connection to make and that also went without incident.
It had been some time since I had flown a commercial flight, and didn't know what to expect at the airports.