Remember my trip to Paris, where I met a guy and it was magical? Well, he's my boyfriend now. Long distance, with an ocean between us, but we manage, by talking everyday through email and phone, and visits as often as we can.
In the Bathroom of the Pittsburgh Airport
In fact, he just visited me in New York at the end of October. And I gave him a big surprise along the way.
He was flying through Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, and was going to connect to New York that day. I work at JFK, and it was a Monday and I was at work anyway, so I was just going to meet him when he came out of his flight. He was supposed to come the day before but, since he was flying standby and the flights were full, he didn't make it.
When I went into work that morning, my boss asked, "Did he make it yesterday?" to which I replied no, but explained that he was well on his way to Pittsburgh already. My boss, with a few taps of his computer's keyboard, said, "You know there's a flight to Pittsburgh in three hours?" I gave him a confused look. My boss suggested that I go surprise my boyfriend in his connecting city, since he was definitely not expecting me, and take the same flight back.
I was hesitant, since I was going to take two days off of work already to spend with my visiting boyfriend, but my boss told me that any work I would accomplish in half a day could wait, and this (in the scheme of my life) would be a more important event. So off I went to Pittsburgh!
My plane to Pittsburgh landed just 10 minutes before his flight from Paris, but he had to go through customs and immigration still. So I bought a newspaper to read while I was waiting, and it doubled as a way to hide my face in case he walked by.
When it was only an hour until our flight back to New York, and I hadn't seen him at the gate, I got a bit worried. So I went through the terminal to look for him. And there I found him, staring at the flights boards, looking a bit confused. I tried to sneak around this cafe so I could sneak up behind him and ask him some innocuous question like, "Do you know what gate the flight to JFK leaves from?" (because I thought that would be really cute). But as I turned the corner of the cafe, he had turned to face me. He looked shocked, as if he wasn't sure it was me, but then I saw this big, goofy smile hit his face as he realized that it was
We kissed and then walked back to our gate together, waiting for the flight that would whisk us back to New York, and really begin his first trip to New York...his first trip to the United States!