March 18, 2016 Friday
7:30AM Sassy
Good morning kid! Happy Friday!
8:07AM Phil
Good morning. We did make it out last night about 9 so had a lobster roll and beer to celebrate St Patties and then collapsed in bed. Hoping to get out of here by 1 and head to Logan. I assume I can check my bags in early. I’ve got an 8 o’clock flight
8:20AM Sassy
Yay for lobster! Good luck getting out of there. I’m leaving work at noon, taking a retiring colleague to lunch then heading home around 1 pm so I can meet up whenever. There’s lots of Legal Seafoods downtown near the Blue Line if that’s your goal.
8:46AM Phil
Perfect!
8:50AM Sassy
I could also pick you up, go wherever.
Let’s see how your timing goes. Mwah!
10:15AM Sassy
I’m having fun poking around online for restaurants near the Aquarium stop on the Blue Line. There’s a bar close to the Aquarium stop and Legal that might be fun. In theory they have oysters but they just changed hands so it’s tough to tell.
http://broadsidetavern.com/
10:33AM Phil
All depends on how we get out of here. Beer is good. Oysters are great
12:19PM Sassy
Lunch with a retiring colleague at Border Cafe. Got some great tips on how to leave work!
12:19PM Sassy
Lunch with a retiring colleague at Border Cafe. Got some great tips on how to leave work!
2:28PM Sassy
You rolling along? There’s also a Legal in Terminal B at Logan if you want to stick out there…
http://www.legalseafoods.com/restaurants/boston-legal-c-bar-br-logan-airport-terminal-b
Legal C Bar in Boston’s Logan Airport is located pre-security in Terminal B. Dine in the restaurant, take-out seafood or purchase live lobsters to go.
2:34PM Phil
Hour out
2:34PM Sassy
Yay!
3:29PM Phil
Heading into the tunnel
3:29PM Sassy
Awesome!
3:54PM Phil
Traffic blows!
3:54PM Sassy
Boo
4:18PM Phil
Returned the car, on the shuttle back to the terminal and to check in my bags
4:21PM Sassy
Wanna keep it simple and I’ll meet you out there at Legal?
4:33PM Phil
That’s probably best
4:34PM Sassy
Cool. I’ll head out.
Google says 15 min.
Terminal B pre security okay?
4:36PM Phil
Yep
5:09PM Sassy
Parked! on my way in!
5:10PM Phil
Cool got a seat
Meet #4
Background
I haven’t seen Philip since September 2011. That’s 4.5 years. Argh.
Philip has gotten into the habit of mentioning late at night, after he’s had a scotch and cigar, that he’ll be in the Boston area “in a couple of months”. A week or so later, he’ll name a month. And talk in a sexy way about buying me a lobster dinner and very graphically about what he’d like for dessert. He has done this twice.
The first time I looked forward to his visit with great excitement, talked about what we’d do, relived what we’d done the last time I saw him… even stopped going on Ashley Madison because I was waiting for him to touch me. The month finally arrived and I asked when he’d be here and he said, “Oh… we cancelled that trip. Didn’t I say? The schedule at work got changed.” I was devastated.
The second time, he did exactly the same thing – mentioned he’d be close by. This time the work team was definitely coming North. And he never mentioned the specific date. One Sunday evening, I see a photo on Facebook of him at a restaurant less than an hour from me… alone… eating lobster. We chat as usual, no mention of where he is or an invitation to dinner or anything else. I assume he’ll start on the work stuff and then let me know. But no… he posts photos here and there, chats to me about nothing… Finally Wednesday night I ask if I can come up for dinner Thursday or Friday? Oh… no… sorry… he can’t get away from the work team and he’s flying out Friday. I could come up after dinner, spend the night? Nope. He’s going to work until late and be bushed and… so sorry. I am crushed. I am an idiot. I don’t know what’s going on. He is so sexy online and then he can’t find a way to see me in the space of a week? Is this lameness? Maybe? Or is he over me? If so then why does he get all sexy online? My head hurts.
I back away ever so slightly… I still enjoy hearing from him, but I will never believe him again when he says he’s going to be up here and we’ll get together. It gives me the distance I need to keep from being so besotted… I don’t stop prowling thinking he’ll help me out. Probably a good thing.
It started again February 3… you read it.
Philip: I’m gonna be in New England in March. Wanna grab a lobster one evening?
Me: Lobster sounds great!
Philip: Snoopy dancing .gif
Me: You know the date range?
Philip: Let you know tomorrow.
I played along but did not believe him at all. He’s robbed me of the excitement, the anticipation. Ugh.
And (no surprise) he never told me the dates. Sure enough, mid-March I see a photo of him on Facebook in a pub about an hour from me. WTF? My first instinct is to message him, tell him I’m getting in my car and I’ll be there soon. Sassy of five years ago did that. I can’t now… if he wants me, he has to invite me. Is that stupid? I don’t know anymore. So I wait. Monday morning he admits he’s up here, prattles on about their busy schedule. Have a nice day. Tuesday… more of the same. Then he finally says he has a couple of hours before his flight OUT OF BOSTON on Friday. Wanna have a late lunch downtown? Wait a goddamned minute… he flew INTO BOSTON? Grrrr….
Take a deep breath… breath out… wait… LUNCH? I am thinking but manage not to say, “No, asshole…I can eat lunch on any given day. I WANT YOUR COCK!”
I finally swallow my pride and ask if I can drive down there Tuesday night or Wednesday night, take him out for dinner, get a hotel “for dessert.” He doesn’t answer. Then says they’ve been working until 9 pm and he’s toast and evenings are not going to work. Okay… now I have to accept that he doesn’t want to be alone with me. Five years ago he let me appear at midnight and stayed up fucking me for hours and went off to work at 7 am and it seemed like fun. I give up. I ponder whether I even want to see him at all… for lunch. What sort of torture is that going to be?
But I give in… maybe if I see him I can get some kind of action? Or a good meal? Or figure out why he doesn’t want me in person anymore? But let me be honest… I will still will do anything to see him, to touch his hand, to see him smile. *sigh
Friday there is nothing concrete… doesn’t even let me know when he leaves headed my way. I have the distinct feeling he’s going to “run into bad traffic” or something and it won’t happen. It sucks to have to be such a cynic!
But eventually, he starts communicating, gets to the airport, checks in and lets me know he’s given up on coming downtown – it’s after 4 pm already. I offer to meet him at the Legal C Bar at the airport. He accepts that suggestion. Phew.
Lost
I race to my car and head out to Logan. The parking lot is almost full – I have to go to the 5th floor! I text him – he says he’s got a table! I dash into the terminal and… I can’t figure out where he is. The bar is not where Google maps shows it at the end of the terminal. I ask a flight crew… they don’t know. I’m starting to panic. I ask a skycap… he’s knows! He gives me detailed directions – it’s not far! I dash to another part of the terminal… I still don’t see it. I recall exactly what the skycap said and turn and… there it is!
Found
I step into the bar and the hostess starts to speak and I feel a tap on my shoulder and THERE HE IS! Oh man… he is so gorgeous. I forget how tall and handsome he is… he is smiling so big and he wraps me in his arms and nothing else matters. He pulls away too soon and leads me to a lovely quiet table along the side. We sit down and he takes my hands in his and says he is so glad I finally made it. He looks at my tattered red nail polish and asks what happened to it? I told him it was over a week old and I don’t pamper my hands, just keep typing and washing dishes, so it peels. I had debated taking it off, but several of the nails looked good and I decided the rough-around-edges look was a little sexy. I knew he’d chide me about it and he did! Heh.
I notice the martini on the table. “I thought you wanted a beer?”
“I’ve already had a beer… wanted something stronger.”
I look at the menu. He says get whatever I want… it’s on him. He’s getting clam chowder and a dozen fresh oysters and a baked stuffed lobster! I don’t see stuffed lobster on the menu. He says he asked and they’ve got it. In this spot, that’s about $100 worth of food!
The waitress comes over to take my drink order, and flirts with him. Heh. He’s already charmed her, as he does every woman and man he meets. She returns quickly with my iced tea and asks if we want to order. I tell him to start… he gets exactly what he said and tells me again to get whatever I want. I ask for the same! Whee! He said he didn’t know I liked oysters? I said I am learning to love them.
He stares at me… takes my photo across the table. So I do the same of him. My legs start to twitch and I feel the familiar heat between them. Damn it. I start to wonder if there’s a bathroom we can go into alone and lock the door? I kid him about that and he chuckles but doesn’t take me seriously.
Dinner
The clam chowder arrives in a cute mug. I put the crackers on top and take a photo. I realize I can’t post photos from this dinner on Facebook… but I want them anyway for the blog! The chowder is delicious as always. They’re famous for it. It’s even been served at inaugurations!
The oysters follow soon after… “Marys” piled on silver trays on ice, huge and beautiful. He asks what one of the condiments is… it’s the onion relish “mignonette.” He piles that and cocktail sauce and horseradish and slurps one down. I put on some of the onion stuff and stick a fork into the oyster and pop it into my mouth. He chides me… tells me I am missing the best part if I don’t slurp down the entire thing with the briny liquid around them. It feels decadent, but I try it. He’s right, of course. I lick my lips. He shakes his head.
“What?” I really don’t know what he’s on about.
“You’re licking your lips at me!” He chuckles. “Hussy.”
“You betcha!” He laughs.
I make my way through all of the oysters. So so tasty! He takes my picture slurping and swallowing. So I do the same to him!
I ask him how he got away from the work team. He said he told them he was having dinner with an old friend. They asked if it was a drinking buddy? He said no, it was his high school sweetheart! I said, “You did not!’ He assured me he had, and they’d nodded and slapped him on the back. Heh. I held his hand, ran my finger up and down his thumb. He winked at me.
He asked about my mom, my family, work, community project… I asked him about his mom and brother and kids and work. We shared pithy stories about our lives. He held my hand, stroked my wrist with his thumb. Mmm… damn it. I can’t think when he does that!
The staff made a big presentation of the stuffed lobsters. They were a work of art. I drooled. I took a photo of mine, then a photo of him smiling over his. I dug into the the stuffing with my fork, then started cracking the claws, pulling out and eating the succulent meat. I didn’t even dip it in the butter… it was perfect as is. Yum yum yum! He attacked the stuffing first and made appreciative noises. It was much better than the ones we had the last time I took him to Legal Seafoods. And they weren’t too big – I got pleasantly full instead of over-stuffed.
Dessert
We finally polished them off and I was ready to say I was done. He asked the waitress what they had for dessert. She said, “Boston Creme Pie” and he said, “Yes!” Automatically. He looked at me for assent and I nodded. She brought it right out and he requested the check.
Their version of this dessert is not traditional – it’s more a mousse with chocolate sauce poured over it – but it is delicious! Very light… a great finish to a spectacular meal!
I wondered if he was cutting it close to make his flight. He assured me he’d be fine – he has some TSA card that let’s him breeze through security.
He said he’d hope to see me again soon… in less than four years, anyway. I smiled. He said he’d be back in New England in a month (here we go again!) but the schedule would be brutal – it’s the military’s new way of saving money – make the trip half as long and have them work 16 hour days! I smiled. I wanted to beg him to add a day on either end, or just let me sleep next to him… but I didn’t.
I recommended a great restaurant on the water on the way to where he’ll be staying. He asked if it was big enough to handle his entire team? I don’t know but it it big – told him I’d get him the link and it was at least worth a call.
He talked about how much work he has to do over the next week. Said he was looking forward to better weather, getting out on his bicycle, shedding pounds like he does every summer. He said he feels like a big old bear right now. I wondered if that might have anything to do with him not wanting me to see him naked? Who knows.
The waitress gave him the check. I peeked while he figured the tip… wowzers. $198! He gave her a $40 tip. I think he can expense the whole thing but… wow. I looked around – the restaurant was empty! Everyone must’ve gone off to their flights.
Farewell
He popped up and shouldered his backpack, which looks like it weighs 100 pounds, said he had 3 computers in there. He started to walk and I called him back. I opened my arms and he put his arms around me and we shared a deep French kiss standing in the empty restaurant. Mmmm… oh man… I didn’t want it to end. There is nothing in my life like being wrapped up in his embrace!
He broke it off, said he really had to go now. I walked with him across to the other part of the terminal, requested and got one more hug good-bye. I groped his ass! He chuckled, murmured “Bye girlie…” and trotted off to the gate. I watched him until he turned into the security line. Ah, that man has beautiful shoulders!
Heading home
I made my way back to the other end of the terminal. As I walked, I looked out the huge windows. It was pouring rain. I took a photo of the city with the dark clouds. I took the elevator up to the parking garage.
Then I remembered I had to pay inside the terminal, so I went most of the way back. As I passed the windows this time, I noticed that the clouds were gone and there was the most incredible sunset! I took another photo and sat in the white rocking chairs appreciating the scene and trying to calm down enough to drive home.
My phone pinged… Philip sent me all the photos he’d taken of me and his food! Then he sent me a photo of a beer. He’d made his way to the gate and was relaxing as only he knows how.
I sat in my car, checked my messages and sent him the photos I had taken of him and dinner. I finally made my out of the airport and home.
I can tell that I’ve grown and changed. I’ve gained some distance, thank goodness. I can enjoy his company, pine for more, but then come home and get on with my life.
And that’s all. 90 minutes with him. In a crowded restaurant. A spectacular dinner. Two hugs, one French kiss and a great handful of his ass. *sigh
6:49PM Phil
[photo he took of me taking a photo of my baked stuffed lobster]
[photo he took of me eating an oyster on the half shell]
[photo he took of me eating an oyster on the half shell]
[photo he took of me eating an oyster on the half shell]
[photo he took of me eating an oyster on the half shell]
[photo he took of me eating an oyster on the half shell]
[photo he took of me eating an oyster on the half shell]
[photo he took of me eating an oyster on the half shell]
[photo he took of me eating an oyster on the half shell]
[photo he took of me eating an oyster on the half shell]
[photo he took of me eating an oyster on the half shell]
[photo he took of me eating an oyster on the half shell]
[photo he took of me eating an oyster on the half shell]
[photo he took of me eating an oyster on the half shell]
(yes… he took 13 photos of me eating oysters! And sent them all to me!)
6:51PM Sassy
Logan Airport and Boston through a rain-soaked window
with the sun coming out
Boston Creme Pie we shared for dessert
[photo of him taking a photo of his baked stuffed lobster]
my baked stuffed lobster
[photo of him grinning about to eat an oyster on the half shell]
our plate of a dozen oysters on the half shell
my cup of clam chowder
6:54PM
Found my car! Thanks again!
7:13PM Phil
Had a blast! Was wonderful to see you. I hope you enjoyed dinner
<3
7:14PM Sassy
Spectacular!
7:20PM Sassy
Made it home!
Have an easy trip.
7:22PM
Wow! That was quick. Thank you!
Still waiting to board…
[photo of a glass of beer]
9:26PM Phil
Safe in DC
9:28PM Sassy
D.C already? Hooray!
10:10PM Phil
[photo of Legal Sea Foods in DC]
10:35PM Sassy
Yay! They have baked stuffed lobster.
10:41PM Sassy
We should try this place sometime. Right on the water in Maine. with the 60 item salad bar and so much seafood!
