In the morning, I was woken from the noise of a plane taking
off at Heathrow.
“What time is it?” I yawned.
“It must be 11 a.m.; that’s the noise of the Concorde.”
We managed to have another little walk this time along the Thames before I had to go back to the airport. To my surprise, we were close to the Runnymede roundabout. I did not point out that I knew the area from
previous visits although I had told him about Guy when he had asked about my
past. Neither did I elaborate the fact
that I received my secondary sexual education right here in the neighborhood. Fate seemed to have drawn me back here.
Before we even met in person, in his head Alec had planned a
return visit to Dublin “if
he got an invitation.” He did.
At the airport he said, “Only World War III can keep me away
from you.” Two days later his flight to Dublin
was booked – no dilly-dallying with him.
Within a short weekend of 36 hours spent together, an intimacy and
emotional closeness had developed that was unprecedented.
Later on the phone he said, “I need you physically and
emotionally.”
Two days later, he told me, “I am having amazing thoughts
about you, some of them are sensual, some romantic.” No, he wasn’t into phone
sex. He had genuine feelings for me and
had fallen in love.
“I am a man with a plan!”
How I liked that! I had equally strong emotions
for him. Maybe this was the lightning
strike I had been waiting for. Can
something feel too good to be true? There had to be a catch. I was in love and frightened at the same time. My brain was on high alert and shouting,
“Protect yourself.” Nevertheless, we met up again and had another enjoyable
experience with each other in Dublin.
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