... And Then She Kissed Me
The plane had finally landed!
I'd made my way into the Glasgow airport, along with my fellow passengers. I'd gotten through Immigration, and then Customs.
Suddenly, she called out my name, walked right up to me, put her arms around me, and kissed me. Right then and there, I knew that the past two days had all been worth it.
Tina and I "met" over the Internet in mid-January, through a dating site for plus-sized folks (although I've told her all along that she just barely qualifies). By the time I set foot in Glasgow, we'd been e-mailing, chatting, and talking on the phone for 5½ months. Some of those conversations literally went on for hours (I may have my gripes with AT&T Wireless, but they do have some decent rates for international calling). The upshot is that we got to know each other probably much better than we would have, had we been dating in the traditional sense -- in other words, living in the same area. (NOTE: Tina is the person who made that observation first, so I must give credit where credit is due, although I wholeheartedly agree with it.)
She is British, but has lived in Scotland since 1990 (UK residents can move about the country, just as we in the States can; you'd be surprised at how many people I've talked to that didn't realize that Scotland is part of the UK). She is younger than me (I won't say by how much; a gentleman does not disclose a lady's age). She drove a hundred miles to pick me up at the Glasgow airport. That doesn't sound like much to us here in the US, with our interstate highway system... until you learn that most of the roads she had to travel to get there are narrow two-lane roads, and it's nearly a three-hour trip.
Like me, she's a military veteran. Like me, she is divorced, and has a son in his early 20's (in fact, they are almost exactly one year apart in age). She is sweet, gorgeous, funny, smart, strong and sexy, and I can listen to her talk at length (her accent is LOVELY). Not to mention that she thinks I'm a good-looking guy...
I keep wondering why she's avoiding the optometrist.
;-]
I'd made my way into the Glasgow airport, along with my fellow passengers. I'd gotten through Immigration, and then Customs.
Suddenly, she called out my name, walked right up to me, put her arms around me, and kissed me. Right then and there, I knew that the past two days had all been worth it.
Tina and I "met" over the Internet in mid-January, through a dating site for plus-sized folks (although I've told her all along that she just barely qualifies). By the time I set foot in Glasgow, we'd been e-mailing, chatting, and talking on the phone for 5½ months. Some of those conversations literally went on for hours (I may have my gripes with AT&T Wireless, but they do have some decent rates for international calling). The upshot is that we got to know each other probably much better than we would have, had we been dating in the traditional sense -- in other words, living in the same area. (NOTE: Tina is the person who made that observation first, so I must give credit where credit is due, although I wholeheartedly agree with it.)
She is British, but has lived in Scotland since 1990 (UK residents can move about the country, just as we in the States can; you'd be surprised at how many people I've talked to that didn't realize that Scotland is part of the UK). She is younger than me (I won't say by how much; a gentleman does not disclose a lady's age). She drove a hundred miles to pick me up at the Glasgow airport. That doesn't sound like much to us here in the US, with our interstate highway system... until you learn that most of the roads she had to travel to get there are narrow two-lane roads, and it's nearly a three-hour trip.
Like me, she's a military veteran. Like me, she is divorced, and has a son in his early 20's (in fact, they are almost exactly one year apart in age). She is sweet, gorgeous, funny, smart, strong and sexy, and I can listen to her talk at length (her accent is LOVELY). Not to mention that she thinks I'm a good-looking guy...
I keep wondering why she's avoiding the optometrist.
;-]
posted by Jim McKee at 9:30 AM
8 Comments:
Sweetheart, you can carry on talking like that forever.....I like it!!!!!
Love you loads
Tina xxxxxxxx
p.s. You could have picked a bteer picure though........lol xxxx
oops.....people will think I'm a numpty now, sorry about the spelling on the previous post folks........
She is gorgeous! You lucky devil!!! :) Can't wait to hear MORE!! PICTURES PLEASE!!
Jim! Update! This fab - so happy for you both.
AWWWWWW this is GREAT news!!!
LOL
actually, plus sized is women's size 10!!! Can you believe that?!?!?! LOL
Sounds like a winner!!!!
JIM!! CONGRATULATIONS!! I haven't been here in far too long, but I've read your posts off and on for a LONG TIME.
You have so much love to give, just needed the right gal to give it to. I like her from look one! She looks like a really decent gal with a perky soul and fun in her heart!
GO FOR IT BROTHER! Have all the fun the two of you can have! I'd love to see Scotland...it must be so beautiful in person.
Dear Jim,
I find you slightly annoying and somewhat of a side-noter....noone cares that Scotland is part of the UK or that your pathetic bastard chlidren are close in age. You might be thinking that I am the pathetic one since I read your blog but I drawn in by your Skanksgiving blog...but even that made me want to slit my wrists. You and your "lady" friend should both go to the eye doctor because its impossilbe to see anyone across the fucking ocean. Find an american woman you colonel sanders wanna be pussy.
Several thoughts are running through my head...
If I was a mean person, I'd say, "Blow me, you cowardly, turd-licking son of a bitch." But I'm not, so I won't.
I have it on good authority that my child is not a bastard, and I'm willing to bet that Tina's isn't, either. (And regardless of that, who really calls children "bastards" any more? Go check the calendar, it's almost 2009.)
"Impossible to see anyone across the fucking ocean"... There you are, behind the times again. All I can say is: web-cam.
"Find an american woman"... Why, all the really cool kids are driving imports these days.
Colonel Sanders? Wish I had HALF of his money.
"wanna be pussy"... Almost right, except it's "eat", not "be".
Seriously, dude... Next time, don't stop taking your Prozac without talking to your doctor first.
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