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It was mid-June and I was heading down to Orlando
for a business conference. Not by any means was this a trip I was
anticipating, since I had just gotten my 1999 Chevy Blazer the day before.
Anyhow, it'd only be the second time I'd traveled alone, so I was a bit
anxious to reach my destination...
My flight left Philly around 8pm, forty minutes later than planned. Heavy rain
had delayed our departure. Upon arrival in Orlando, I found my way to the
shuttle counter and handed in my round trip pass. I then waited, somewhat
impatiently, for my shuttle to arrive. I found it odd that one minute there'd
be no one around and the next there'd be a family who'd just show up and walk
onto their shuttle. "Geesh," I thought! When would mine arrive?...
Finally, after waiting a few more minutes with nobody around except the man
who shouts out the shuttle numbers, it arrived. Number 53!! I was psyched! So,
being the only one around, my driver took my luggage immediately and I hopped
into one of the long seats behind a burly middle-aged man and an older, more
slender man. Of course, it took a couple more minutes before the shuttle
actually left. But not before this guy hustled to catch it. He seemed to come
out of no where, so when he quickly slid next to me, I thought "Wow!" He had
just made it...thankfully.
He asked me how it was going and we began to make
some small conversation. I found out where he was from and what he was doing
in Orlando. We talked about our jobs, our families, and other things. While we
were talking I noticed that he had to be tall because he sat up higher than I
did. Me, being 5'10", always my eye out for taller men. It didn't hurt that he
had beautiful blue eyes as well! Anyhow, I found out he was from Cincinnati
but had moved to Chicago a few years ago after he graduated from college. He
was meeting his family for vacation, while I was meeting some of my co-workers
for a Broadcast Cable Financial Management conference. The total ride was
about twenty minutes and in that time, we had found out a lot about each
other. We laughed alot...
My hotel was the first stop. Once we arrived I introduced myself, as did he,
and we shook hands. Then he got off the shuttle, so I could get out. It was
then when I realized that I just had to see him again...He was tall, handsome,
and had the greatest smile I had ever seen...what more could I want? Not only
that, I also felt totally comfortable with him right away. There was no
hesitation to chat with him and find out what he was all about. And that was a
good thing! So, we shook hands again and said goodbye, but not before I had
offered him my business card and suggested to him that we send each other an
email from time to time. He responded by giving me his in return. "Great!" I
thought! He then returned to his seat on the shuttle and was off...
The next day I mentioned to some co-workers that I had met this great guy on
the shuttle and wanted to see if I could get in touch with him to possibly
hang out that Friday night. It was then that I took action... which was, until
that point, totally out of character for shy little me.
Something told me it was worth it...The next day I called the front desk of my
hotel to get the number of the resort he was staying in. Once I got that
information I called his hotel and asked for him, knowing that the room would
surely not be under his name, but probably a relative. I was right, but got
patched through promptly. A girl answered the phone when I called. After
asking for him, I was told he was at Epcot, so I told her my name and that I
had met him on the shuttle the day before. Imagine my excitement, when she
told me that he had mentioned that he had met me! I couldn't believe it. I
immediately became more comfortable because now I figured that he'd be happy
to hear that Megan, "the girl from the shuttle" had called. I left my hotel
phone number and crossed my fingers that he'd call. It only helped that my
co-workers and I had a late night out at the hotel club, so I had something
else to do, rather that wait for the phone to ring.
Of course when I arrived back at my room at 2:30 I
anxiously ran to the phone to see if my message light was blinking and it
was!!!!!! I listened carefully to his sweet message and jotted down his cell
phone number on the back of his business card (which, by the way, had I not
gotten when we exited the shuttle, I would have had no way to track him
down...I'd have only known is first name...and that wouldn't have gotten me
far at all). Since it was so late, I waited and called early the next evening.
We spoke for a while about what we had done that day. It was great to hear his
voice again! We made plans for him to come over Friday night around 10:30 and
then we'd head to Pleasure Island. Everything went as planned! I had met him
outside and we went back to my room for a beverage or two before we headed
out. We hung out at the clubs for a few hours and then returned to my hotel
once everything had closed down. We grabbed another beer and then headed out
to walk around the pool, upon his suggestion.