Excuse the grammar and crap in this entry. I just wanted to get it down while it was still vivid and fresh on my mind.
I had decided to take a new career path and was moving to another place. I was very excited and happy about it. My friends threw me a party, and it turned out to be something of a slumber party. I had a boyfriend (!) who loved me very much, but we had decided to say goodbye because I was moving away. I wasnt really sad though.
At the party, I was hanging with some friends, relaxing and enjoying the evening. It was dark and we were watching a movie, and Matt (gay friend) comes over to hold my hand during the movie. Then he starts to make the moves on me, like he wanted one last farewell fling (only it was more loving than that). I turned to my boyfriend, who raised his eyebrows, but kind of conceded in a if thats what you really want kind of way.
I remember feeling really loving towards Matt, but not sexually. Just calmed and soothed and warmed by him. The scene changed before we could get to the sex part.
Next, I was with my parents who were taking me to the airport. My new job was in an exotic location far away and Id have to catch a connecting flight to Oklahoma (!) in order to get to my final destination. We were late, and I knew I was just barely going to make it. In fact, I had tried to change my ticket, but they wouldnt let me over the phone. We got to the airport in record time and I found a ticket counter. My flight was going to leave at 1:07 (how I remember that and what the significance is, is beyond me). It was already about 1:03 and I started running towards the gate.
Heres the problem: I had no idea where the gate was, and there were no signs telling me where terminal F was. I thought that I was familiar with the airport because I fly so much, but obviously not.
Mom told me that she needed to stop and get something to eat, so I decided that I had enough time and that I was close enough to the gate (even though I still didnt know where it was). So we stopped to get her a sandwich. She was super slow eating, and I realized that I was going to miss my flight. I looked at my watch and it was 1:13! I quickly kissed her goodbye and just started running all over the place. I was running frantically looking for my gate, but all the gates were listed in no particular order. I was frantic, and finally my dad came up and asked what all the commotion was about. I was angry and shouting that I was going to miss my flight my only opportunity out because if I missed that flight to Oklahoma, I was going to miss my chance with that new job.
It was still 1:13, and Id finally decided to ask someone if they knew where terminal F was, but even though they worked at the airport, they still didnt know.
I woke very frustrated.
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