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Authors: Maria Vickers
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don’t know you from Adam, and I’m not going to share my life story with anyone today.
Bryan: Tomorrow?
Me: Nope.
Bryan: Day after?
I chuckled. I had laughed more during this conversation than I had in the past month. What did that say about me and my personal life? Yikes.
Me: Maybe one day. ;) That’s all I’ll promise for now.
Bryan: That isn’t a no.
Me: What about you?
Bryan: Me?
Me: Tell me about you. Who is Bryan Sampson?
Why had I asked him to do that? I slapped at my head in stupidity…or perhaps it had more to do with desperation. Maybe both.
Bryan: Quid pro quo. All right? You tell me something and I’ll tell you something.
Me: LOL. Deal, but not now. Tomorrow. My dog is bugging me to take him outside and I just got a text from my sister. Apparently, I’m supposed to go to a BBQ at her house. I already spent the morning with her, but I guess my sisterly duties are not done.
I lied about it all. The walls felt as if they were closing in on me, and I ran away. I had to get offline and decompress, or whatever the hell someone found themselves neck deep and facing shit she never thought she would have to face.
Bryan: I’d make you shake on it if I could, but know this, I will pester you about it tomorrow.
Me: I’m sure you will. TTYL.
Bryan: Later.
Was it bad that the promise of tomorrow gave me butterflies?
Chapter 7
Bryan
As I shutdown my computer, I thought about Emma and everything I had learned about her recently. It boggled my mind that she remained single all these years. She gave as good as she got. She didn’t believe in playing games. And she could joke with the best of them. Yeah, I said she would make a great buddy to hang out with, and I meant that, but there was so much more to her. A girl that drank beer, liked to watch sports, and appeared smart and witty…she was better than one of the guys.
I wondered if this was what Mel meant when she remarked gay guys made the best type of friend because they represented the best of both worlds. Possible.
Something told me whomever Emma ended up with in the future, she would end up busting his balls if he stepped one foot out of line. I couldn’t wait to see it.
Emma was such a strong woman who had been dealt a bad hand. Life had thrown her some curveballs, but somehow, someway, she remained standing. Yes, she had issues to work through, who didn’t, but she had proven that she was a survivor. I had only talked to her a handful of times and I already witnessed that.
In my naval career, I had seen and experienced things that would make many quiver. Not everyone could go to war, fight the enemy, or deal with everything we had to deal with as pilots. I understood that. Sometimes I even wondered why I remained in, and then after talking to Emma, I had this urge to do more. I didn’t know why either. Her disease and my career were two different things.
Maybe I just wanted to be a better man. How many times had I strung a girl along because we were having fun? How many times had I played games or made the girl do all the work?
I had a plethora of woman at my beck and call. As a single man, who surpassed most men in the looks department, it came with the territory. I didn’t do relationships any longer, and yet, after each conversation with Emma, I thought about what it might be like if I shirked off my confirmed bachelor robe and found someone to spend my life with. At the ripe age of 30, my family believed I should start thinking about marriage, however, I knew I wasn’t ready to settle down yet. Maybe in another five or ten years.
Fuck me! Emma had me twisted and thinking about things I never thought or wanted to think about. No one had ever made me question my life. I flew planes, had fun, and lived life to the fullest. That was all I needed in life. I needed to remain focused on her, and not on myself or my
Bryan: Tomorrow?
Me: Nope.
Bryan: Day after?
I chuckled. I had laughed more during this conversation than I had in the past month. What did that say about me and my personal life? Yikes.
Me: Maybe one day. ;) That’s all I’ll promise for now.
Bryan: That isn’t a no.
Me: What about you?
Bryan: Me?
Me: Tell me about you. Who is Bryan Sampson?
Why had I asked him to do that? I slapped at my head in stupidity…or perhaps it had more to do with desperation. Maybe both.
Bryan: Quid pro quo. All right? You tell me something and I’ll tell you something.
Me: LOL. Deal, but not now. Tomorrow. My dog is bugging me to take him outside and I just got a text from my sister. Apparently, I’m supposed to go to a BBQ at her house. I already spent the morning with her, but I guess my sisterly duties are not done.
I lied about it all. The walls felt as if they were closing in on me, and I ran away. I had to get offline and decompress, or whatever the hell someone found themselves neck deep and facing shit she never thought she would have to face.
Bryan: I’d make you shake on it if I could, but know this, I will pester you about it tomorrow.
Me: I’m sure you will. TTYL.
Bryan: Later.
Was it bad that the promise of tomorrow gave me butterflies?
Chapter 7
Bryan
As I shutdown my computer, I thought about Emma and everything I had learned about her recently. It boggled my mind that she remained single all these years. She gave as good as she got. She didn’t believe in playing games. And she could joke with the best of them. Yeah, I said she would make a great buddy to hang out with, and I meant that, but there was so much more to her. A girl that drank beer, liked to watch sports, and appeared smart and witty…she was better than one of the guys.
I wondered if this was what Mel meant when she remarked gay guys made the best type of friend because they represented the best of both worlds. Possible.
Something told me whomever Emma ended up with in the future, she would end up busting his balls if he stepped one foot out of line. I couldn’t wait to see it.
Emma was such a strong woman who had been dealt a bad hand. Life had thrown her some curveballs, but somehow, someway, she remained standing. Yes, she had issues to work through, who didn’t, but she had proven that she was a survivor. I had only talked to her a handful of times and I already witnessed that.
In my naval career, I had seen and experienced things that would make many quiver. Not everyone could go to war, fight the enemy, or deal with everything we had to deal with as pilots. I understood that. Sometimes I even wondered why I remained in, and then after talking to Emma, I had this urge to do more. I didn’t know why either. Her disease and my career were two different things.
Maybe I just wanted to be a better man. How many times had I strung a girl along because we were having fun? How many times had I played games or made the girl do all the work?
I had a plethora of woman at my beck and call. As a single man, who surpassed most men in the looks department, it came with the territory. I didn’t do relationships any longer, and yet, after each conversation with Emma, I thought about what it might be like if I shirked off my confirmed bachelor robe and found someone to spend my life with. At the ripe age of 30, my family believed I should start thinking about marriage, however, I knew I wasn’t ready to settle down yet. Maybe in another five or ten years.
Fuck me! Emma had me twisted and thinking about things I never thought or wanted to think about. No one had ever made me question my life. I flew planes, had fun, and lived life to the fullest. That was all I needed in life. I needed to remain focused on her, and not on myself or my
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