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A Surprise Visit
The weekend after my surgery, I relaxed at home. (I felt very good, but I still didn't have much mobility in my right arm since the doctor had removed two lymph nodes.)
I had been playing phone tag with my first love, Boston Christian, and was somewhat surprised when he called me at 11pm on a Saturday night. (He and I typically spoke during the day, when his wife, Beth, wasn’t home.)
Me: Hey! How are you?
Christian: I’m good. How did your surgery go?
Me: It went well. I’m not 100%, but I should be within the next week. There wasn't any cancer in the lymph nodes, which is great news. What are you up to on this Saturday night?
Christian: I’m looking for pizza on North Glebe.
I stared at the phone with a confused expression on my face. There was a North Glebe Road in Arlington, a Virginia suburb of Washington, DC.
Me: Umm….are you in DC?
Christian: Yes.
Me: Seriously? What are you doing here?
Christian: My Dad had a stroke and was transferred to Washington Hospital Center.
Me: Oh my God! I’m so sorry to hear that. Is he okay?
Boston Christian then updated me on his father’s status. His dad’s prognosis was good, but he would require extensive rehabilitation.
Me: Is there anything that I can do?
Christian: No. I'm just tired and starving. I haven't eaten all day.
Me: Do you want to come over here, and I can order some pizza?
Christian: I was hoping you’d say that. What’s your address?
I gave him my address and figured out what he wanted on his pizza. After hanging up the phone, I placed the order for food, straightened up a few things in my place and touched up my makeup. I was a bit giddy that Boston Christian was here in DC. Why is that? Well, Boston Christian holds a special place in my heart. He was my first…everything!
First orgasm? Check.
First love? Check.
Guy I lost my virginity to? Check.
Christian and I dated for a year from 1988 to 1989, when we both were in high school. The following year, I moved to California, and we lost contact with each other. In 2007, I found him on Myspace (yes, Myspace!), and we reconnected.
At that time, Christian worked for a financial services firm in Boston. He also lived with his long-term girlfriend, Beth, but they had been having some problems. They were trying to decide whether to break up or get engaged, and Beth took a job in Springfield for a year. They spent the weeks apart and the weekends together, as they contemplated their future.
After a couple of months talking to Christian on the phone, I decided to head up to Boston for a week. I caught up with old friends from college and enjoyed a lot of quality time with Christian. He and I had shared so much together growing up, and almost 20 years later, we still had a very strong connection.
My trip to Boston was filled with long talks, many laughs and lots of kisses. We felt right together and spoke a lot about what it would be like if we were a couple. When I boarded the plane to return to DC, I wondered if we would start dating again. That didn’t come to pass, though. A few weeks after my trip, Boston Christian called and told me that Beth had returned home for a month. They were going to try to work on their relationship.
A year later, Christian and Beth got in engaged. They married in 2009.
I hadn’t seen Christian in over three years. He was no longer single. And, he was coming over my place by himself at 11:30pm. I tried to reconcile how much history Boston Christian and I had with the fact he was now married.
There was a knock on my door.
To be continued…
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