My sister dropped me off at the airport and I stood in lines for about an hour or so in total. I only barely made my flight but was lucky enough to get an aisle seat. I felt a rush of fear and panic go through my entire body before the plane started moving. I texted my partner and told her how scared I was. The feeling passed quickly thankfully and we rose into the sky. The kid sitting next to me was a little ways into his teens and wouldn’t stop dancing with his hands to his (presumably classical) music. I simply listened to my audio book and played my gameboy. We floated above a few states for a while before touching down in Denver.
I got off the plane, peed, found my gate, and got on a few seconds after the final boarding call. I was placed (sternly) in the closest seat so we could take off as soon as possible. This seat happened to be between two rather large people discussing some sport I knew nothing about. They discussed around me for a few more sentences and points until my face and torso seemed to stop the conversation. I was told to place my carry on bag into the overhead compartment a few rows back, where I found an empty seat directly underneath it. I sighed and decided not to cause them to shout at me and return to my squished seat between the two sports fans. What followed was an uncomfortable hour and a half of touching thighs and shoulders with the people beside me and again staring down into my gameboy attempting to vanquish my enemies. As we began our descent the Texan captain told us it was a nice 70 something degrees outside and I was excited for cooler temperatures than San Jose. I watched hundreds of lakes rush past below me as we got closer to the ground. I thought “Hm. is Minnesota the land of 10,000 lakes?” but thought it better to keep my questions to myself.
I found my luggage, stepped outside and realized that I knew nothing of humidity before that moment, I then found my rental car and began my drive to Menomonie, Wisconsin. I drove past lakes and more green fields than I thought to be proper for summer. I arrived at her address a bit before she did. She was at an appointment and would be home soon. She left the door unlocked for me. I placed my bags inside and found a coffee shop. I sat around for some time. Admiring the kindness of the employees and smiling at the realization of how far away from home I was, and how close I was too.
I walked back to their apartment and saw her. Standing on her front step wearing a floral dress and silver slip-on shoes. We locked eyes and each began to smile uncontrollably and cover our mouths. I kept walking casually but as soon as she began to run my way I began to run as well. We embraced and kissed each others cheeks and hugged some more. With tears in her eyes she told me how happy she was and I apologized for taking so long to come here.
We made our way into her place. It’s the upstairs of a duplex. She shows me around a bit and then we sit on the couch for a while. Just holding one another and smiling a lot. We ended up making out after some time and continued for some time until we decided to go on a walk around Menomonie. We ended up walking a trail that wrapped around a section of the lake bordering the town, Lake Menomin. I took some pictures and we just breathed in each other.
The next few days were calm. She left for school early in the morning for a few days and I mostly stayed inside watching cartoons on my laptop. I occasionally wandered around the town. When she came home from school we essentially did the same things. We leisurly spent our days meandering around her apartment and Menomonie. It was very pleasant and I was (and still am to be honest) surprised at how calm I was. No panic attacks had occurred yet.
We had sex my first night there. She gently brought me to orgasm and we both laughed and bit our lips; excited for when Kelly (her roommate) would not be home and we could discover one another some more. And she left, we did.
After a few days her parents were insisting I should come down to their home and meet the family as we had agreed would happen while I was there. Hesitant as always I told Oliver to tell them “hopefully” and “maybe” in case I were to have an attack and be too fearful for anything more than bed. That day Oliver, Kelly, and myself all went down to the “beach”, as they called it. The beach I know of in my home of California involves the ocean, theirs was a riverbank. I enjoyed myself all the same. The current was strong, mostly we walked up the river to float down and sat in the shallows to keep ourselves from being swept away downstream. As they both entered the river they were shivering, voicing their discomfort about the low temprerature of the river. I dove under quite quickly, accustomed to the cold Pacific, this river was rather warm.
We brought a change of clothes and beside the car we got into our “meeting the parents clothing”. As we drove the hour or so drive to her parents house I put on a comedy cd to keep the mood light and not dwell on my nerves about meeting her family. We laughed at the stories and jokes and she gave me soft kisses on my cheek as we drove down the highway.
alma with family train and rock house
subway and pickles
hang outs and nice houses and swimming more fireflies and sex and make outs and yeah shpping that one day