Opening The Vault: Part Seventy Nine

When you’re traveling, it’s not unusual to have only a small window of time to connect with someone. My week-long visit to Western Australia delivered unexpected sparks with adorable Aussie Jason.

The friend of my host, Jason made sure I had an unforgettable time in his hometown. I now open the vault and take you back to September of ‘02…

September 19th, 2002
Perth, Western Australia

Dear Diary,

I had dinner with Jason and his friend (and my host) Dave tonight. Jason had told me he wasn’t going to be all touch feely in front of Dave, and not to interpret that as any weirdness on his part.

After dinner, when we were in Jason’s car, I asked him if I could check my email at his place.

“Is that just an excuse to come back to my place?” he asked knowingly.

“It’s an excuse if you want it to be,” I said without hesitation.

“I was hoping it was an excuse,” he said.

A surge of attraction came over me when Jason placed his hand on my knee, just as he did many times the day before. He told me he wasn’t taking me back to his place because he had to be up at 5am the next morning for an Air Force exam.

“And I don’t trust myself to be restrained around you,” he admitted.

So instead, we drove to an empty lot near the river and kissed a little bit. Jason dropped me off at Dave’s. He took my face in his hands as he kissed me goodnight, then walked me to the door.

* * *
September 20, 2002

After our one and only full night together, Jason drove me back to Dave’s. I packed and he drove me to the airport. As he’s done so often  this week, he continually placed his hand on my knee. When I thanked him for a wonderful week, he said–

“Thank you for your company.”

As though he read my mind, he gave me his email address and suggested we stay in touch. Jason walked me right to the gate.

“Well, it was nice meeting you,” he said with a coy smile.

“It was nice meeting you too,” I replied laughing.

“Have a good trip — and I’ll look forward to your email.”

We hugged and kissed briefly. As I approached the gate, Jason was still standing there. I waved to him and boarded, wistful and melancholy that our brief time together had reached its inevitable conclusion.

* * *
Jason and I did end up keeping in touch for awhile. And six years later, thanks to Facebook, we got together when he visited New York — an encounter that proved to be an interesting counterpoint to our first one.

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