Travel

So here I am. I'm in Richland, WA til Saturday evening- Great.

On my way, I had a lay over in Salt Lake City. EXACTLY one year ago I had a fling, in Salt Lake City. The second I touched down in Salt Lake I started to reminance. It was pretty badass of me. Meeting a newly "friended" someone in a random city. Not one of that "I'll meet you in St. Louis", no no no, he met me in Salt Lake City. What the HELL was I thinking?

Last year, I was able to go to Hawaii. It was incredible. I was by myself, and slept and ate and slept and ate and was the HOT single Blonde on the beach that you knew men stared at because she's so independent and where's her husband... Anyway, it happened about two weeks prior to leaving, I met a guy. He was cute, dark, handsome and fun. Met for drinks. No hanky panky and I was leaving. Emails, photos, all the fun stuff was send back and forth...I was so far ahead time wise...but he was convinced. He was meeting ME in Salt Lake City. How sexy...so I thought.

I remember meeting him at his hotel. It was such a weird place- typical West Coast hotelier. I remember the anticipation waiting near his elevator. He opened the door and he was wearing dark jeans, blue shirt and a fantastic leather jacket. I don't even remember what I looked like- probably hell since I had been working the entire day. We went up to the hotel bar and it was like everything stood still. The cuddling, the kissing...he couldn't keep his hands off...kinda good...but I felt it. That instinct when it's just not that right...almost weird...

We went down to his hotel room...(Side bar- SUSIE! What the hell were you thinking!?). Had a bit of a make out session and I left. Or rather, he told me he was sleepy. WTF. He's 30, single, and going to sleep. uhhh..ok...Cue number 1 that this might be wrong.

Next day, I finish up work and we head to leave to a different area of Salt Lake for the night before heading back east. Hotel pool- more kissing..a little bit of passion finally turns into an explosion. Nothing bad or horrible about it. Honestly, for the first time in a while, I had multiple orgasms. If anything, I was going to milk this for all it was worth. I mean he did come to meet me in Salt Lake.

We finally hit the next hotel. Both physically exhausted. I'm not crazy- I just have ways. I travel alone, I make messes, I sleep with the air conditioner all the way up. Well, he beat me. After a quick romp- that is all this seemingly was coming to. A romp. I couldn't take being with him anymore. If I wasn't going to be having sex- then why the hell am I with him. (does that make me a bad person? Maybe he was just using me too).

Getting back to bed...he puts on a eye patch thingy. Who does that? and I remember it was 8:30 at night and he wanted to go to bed...I don't want a grandpa! WTF....He rolled over, and I was left there watching some lame program on TV. I couldn't wait to get home.

I had a fling a year ago. He met me in Salt Lake City. It was thrilling, awesome, but gosh I was soo glad to go home and get rid of him!!!