Another day of trying to organize the chaos that is the garage. I can see why people decide to sell everything they have, buy an RV, and live like a nomad. I've seen the videos online where people do that. Most of them seem a little whacked in the head though. At least the single ones did. Not firing on all cylinders.
The day moves on. Lunch time. Pop into the house to make a sandwich.
I sit at the table and check email, while eating. I wondered if people actually knew how to talk on the phone anymore. Probably not. I'm sure there is a study somewhere, proving that people's ability to use their vocal chords has declined. In a few thousand years we will all be walking around silent, unable to speak anymore.
Pulling up the personals, I looked at the ads to see what the level of bullshit posts was today. Looks like about 99.4%. A bit lower than normal.
One catches my eye. Seems legit. A woman here on a layover, has time tonight. No photo. And then I see a phone number posted. "Call and leave me a message about what you would like to do to me. If I like what I hear, I will respond." Bahhhh. Scammers! Nobody posts numbers except scammers.
I finish eating and head back out to the garage. I wondered how many times I have actually moved something from state to state, only to have it sit and collect dust until the next move. I wasn't close to being a hoarder, but some of this stuff can seriously be tossed.
For some reason I ponder that ad again. I've seen enough of them to detect the bullshit with great accuracy. The exact wording was unlike the rest however. Definitely not an automated message. Hmm.
I went back inside and looked up the post again. Checked the area code. Of course it would be out of state if she is on a layover. Hmm. I pondered a bit.
Oh hell, I figured, what the heck, I'll call and see. More than likely I will have to leave a message and try not to sound like a total dork. As a 42 year old white male, it's still possible.
There were potential land mines though. Maybe someone was pranking someone else. Maybe it was a guy pretending to be a chick. Maybe the message would cut off ten seconds into it. Maybe it was the number of some weird store owner in Wyoming. Who knows.
So I grabbed my phone and went out to the garage. Dialed the number. As I thought, had to leave a message. I think I managed pretty well. Basically stating why I was calling, and that if the post was legit, that I would be definitely interested. Stated my age and that I was a non smoker. And that she would not be left disappointed if she chose to meet up with me.
Done. We shall see. I fully expected not to hear anything, or suddenly start getting spam calls.
So I get back to work, moving boxes and boxes of stuff around. Sorting, organizing, and breaking down empty boxes. Lots of empties. Will probably post an ad online for "free boxes" so someone else can use them. No sense throwing them away.
I guess about 20 minutes passed and my phone rang. Hmmm. I check, and it seems I am getting a return call. So I answer. This should be interesting.
I hear a woman's voice on the other end.
"Hi. So you think you might be able to entertain me this evening during my time in Oklahoma?" she says.
I said, "Well indeed I may be able to. I wasn't sure if this posting was a prank. But I figured, well it sounded like it may be legit, so I figured I would give it a try."
"How do you propose to entertain me this evening?" She inquires.
I didn't think I was going to be put on the spot with more specifics. I did my best to come up with something that didn't sound like a ten minute stop at a coffee shop.
I did well enough to peak her curiosity. I could tell she was African American. Her name was Lisa. I was guessing she was at least late 30s age wise.
"So what brings you to Oklahoma?," I asked.
She said, "I'm a flight attendant and the plane is down for mechanical issues until tomorrow morning. So the crew gets to spend the night in Oklahoma City."
At that point, my cock went "boinggggggg."
Knowing that most flight attendants were relatively slender and good looking, I didn't figure there was any need for a photo. She did not ask me for one either.
So we set up a time. There was a restaurant right across the street from her hotel. And it was actually a decent restaurant too. If it didn't work out, I could at least get a good meal.
I had plenty of time. So I continued working out in the garage until later. Thankfully making some headway in organizing.
My girlfriend, Karen, came home around 7pm. She stayed late at work as usual. I told her I had a date tonight with a flight attendant. I had already texted her after my phone call, to let her know I might be going out later tonight.
Karen and I had an open relationship, so it was not anything dramatic.
Karen said, "Well have a good time. Hope she shows up."
Then it was time to clean up and get ready for date night. After shaving and showering, I picked out a shirt that Lisa could easily recognize. It was summer, so short sleeves were in order.
Looking good, smelling good, feeling good, I got on the road on time. I sent Lisa a text giving her a heads up.
She texted back, "I'm at the bar, hanging out with the crew for a bit. See you in a while."
It was going to take a good 45 minutes for me to work my way over there. Traffic wasn't too bad. It was slower going because I was not familiar with the area.
When I was about 15 minutes out, I texted Lisa again on my arrival time.
This time there was no reply. Uh oh. I thought, "I hope she is not playing games."
I waited a bit longer and sent her another text. This time she replied.
"Sorry, fell asleep on the bed. More tired than I thought." she said.
I said, "I would be at the restaurant shortly."
It was still daylight.
She said, "Okay. I will meet you over there. I may be a bit late."
"No worries." I replied.
So I pull into the parking lot of the restaurant. Text her that I arrived, and what shirt I was wearing.
I walked over to the front and just stood outside. Nice day. So I just waited.
Up walks a black woman, slender, about my height. She smiles and says, "Hi, I'm Lisa."
I said, "Hello, nice to meet you. I see you are awake enough now."
"Yes. I didn't hear the first text come through when I was on the bed. Thankfully I caught the sound of the second one." she replied.
"Shall we go in?" I said, motioning towards the door.
And so in we go. We get a booth. It was moderately busy. Lisa was wearing skirt and a nice blouse. She was good looking woman. I could definitely see getting naked with her.
The waiter comes by and she orders a Kamikaze. I order a house salad.
And we sit and chat and relax. She has a few kids that are older now. Apparently, she had relatively recently got the flight attendant job.
I inquired about the process of going through that. It was interesting. It's a rather long process, not one where you show up, and they call you the next day asking when you want to start. Definitely a fair number of hoops to go through.
She sipped her drink. And then she asked me what I like to do, sexually.
I smiled. We sort of had people around us at other booths, so I didn't want to sit there and elaborate.
So I kind of generalized a bit.
I said, "Sorry, I don't mean to beat around the bush."
"No actually, I DO like to beat around the bush," I said, smiling and giving her a wink.
She grinned.
Then she says, "I'm allergic to latex."
I said, "Oh really. When did you find that out?"
"It was a quite a while ago when I put on some rubber gloves and got a reaction." She said.
At some point after her second child, she had her tubes tied.
"Well, we are both sterile then. I had a vasectomy years ago." I said. "It was an uncomfortable procedure, but was what I wanted."
