Idiot #3

The Flying Idiot.

I met this idiot at camp. The Poconos. Summer of....'02. I was just 21. And this awkward Welsh bastard catches my eye. We competed in a decathalon over the second half of the summer (the first half was spent chasing a bisexual canadian...again, another blog) which I don't think anyone won. Anyhoo...wooed this bastard like crazy and failed to make any progress until the last days of camp when we...made out for 20 minutes in front of my cabin.

This guy didn't have a girlfriend to go back to. No job to focus on. I think he was just...indecisive? Who knows. But, um, at the end of the summer we all left camp and went to NYC and spent the night at the Milford Plaza hotel where I planned to, um, have him fly his plane into my hangar. unfortunately, as the deed was about to be done, our friend Beth wanders in drunk and wet from splashing in central park fountains and starts chattering away in the bed next to us. As we try- unfruitfully- to shut her up, other people start wandering in and there is no sex.

Later I travel to the UK- not JUST to make sext w/ the flying idiot...though it was a big priority- to hang out. On NYE '02/'03, we spend the night at our friend Nic's and....do not make sex! How does a girl as horny as me allow this?? I do not know. I later go to Wales, where this idiot lives with his mom, break his shitty Ikea bed, and have no sex.

A year-ish later, I go- primarily- to visit the gay but doesn't know it idiot, and end up visiting with THIS idiot at another friend's house in Manchester. We get hot, and drunk, and in the same bed...and did not make sex. It's unbelievable. I still think about this idiot- in many ways, including romantically- and am sad that all our "romantic" encounters ended so innocently.

So the song, "Do you wanna make love to me?", is for you, not because i wonder as much, but because a part of me still wants to.

Oh, flying idiot, I miss you. Didn't you say that you were coming to the states this year? Can't we add LA to the list of no-sex stops? just asking...