halfway into his trip home. We fell right back into our phone routine, making sure I got home okay, he asked about the kids, what I had made for dinner, etc. We didn’t discuss the earlier events of the day at all. I told him to drive carefully and to let me know when he got home.
10:17 p.m.: Pulling in ATL… Awesome day sweetie, IMU! (I miss you)
Chapter Four
The next few weeks were going to be busy for both of us. I had a trip coming up at the end of the month, and he was leaving for his Ukraine trip that Friday. I was absolutely dreading it. He had warned me that cell communication was very spotty there. He would try to call me once or twice, but that the phone didn’t always work. While he could text, it was costly and there was often a delay in addition to the already seven hour time difference. I was used to talking to him every day, several times a day, and was not looking forward to not having that ability for eight straight days. We wouldn’t even be able to email each other. He needed his laptop, which he was leaving at home, to access his personal email. All emails from his phone were from his business address, and obviously that might get caught in the filters. My boss would certainly notice me getting an email from him if he was supposed to be on vacation.
In the few days before he left, he seemed preoccupied. He had several donors who send money and supplies over there with him, so he was often out of the office collecting everything for the trip. We still talked every day that week, but it was short conversations with him in and out of last minute meetings or in the car while he was running errands. I didn’t want to seem spoiled, but I missed him. The perceived lack of attention I was getting suddenly made me irritable and worried. I didn’t like that we had slept together twice, and it was never spoken of again. Not that there was anything more to mention… it was amazing. But it was as if it was wiped from his memory. Yet being with him was still all I could think about.
He also kept reminding me that the next week I probably wouldn’t hear from him very much. It was almost as though he was trying to tell me not to bother him while he was over there.
“Ugh, babe, I don’t know how I’m going to make it eight days without talking to you,” I whined on that Friday. His first flight in the 15 hour trip was at noon.
“Oh, sweetie, we’ll talk at some point,” he reassured me. “I’ll be able to text once in a while.”
“I know, but it’s not the same.”
“Well, you know I’m going to be busy, each way is a 15 hour flight, assuming no delays or missed connections. It’s like a two hour drive from the airport once I get there just to get to where I’m staying. We are visiting four different orphanages and they are all really far away from each other, but I’ll try to stay in contact as much as I can.”
I tried to lighten it up a little bit, “And besides, who am I going to get to talk dirty to me while you’re gone?”
“Well, hopefully no one, that’s my job!” he laughed and replied, “Hey, do me a favor–send me a picture of you today.”
“Okay, but I send them all the time! You send me one!”
“I’ll see what I can do. I’m getting ready to head to the airport, but I’ll call when I land in Amsterdam tonight, okay?”
“Okay, baby. I miss you! Hope you have a good flight,” I sighed.
“Me too, babe, talk to you soon…”
About 10 minutes later, I got a picture of him via text. He was dressed in his jeans and of course a sport jacket; the man never goes anywhere without a jacket. He was smiling so wide and looked like a giddy little boy. I thought he was adorable. I texted back: Aww! You look so cute in your jeans! Who took this?!
I asked Molly to take it.
Molly was his brand new assistant. I spoke with Molly quite often, trying to help her get acclimated to the new position. She would have to work pretty closely with me since I had to approve all of
10:17 p.m.: Pulling in ATL… Awesome day sweetie, IMU! (I miss you)
Chapter Four
The next few weeks were going to be busy for both of us. I had a trip coming up at the end of the month, and he was leaving for his Ukraine trip that Friday. I was absolutely dreading it. He had warned me that cell communication was very spotty there. He would try to call me once or twice, but that the phone didn’t always work. While he could text, it was costly and there was often a delay in addition to the already seven hour time difference. I was used to talking to him every day, several times a day, and was not looking forward to not having that ability for eight straight days. We wouldn’t even be able to email each other. He needed his laptop, which he was leaving at home, to access his personal email. All emails from his phone were from his business address, and obviously that might get caught in the filters. My boss would certainly notice me getting an email from him if he was supposed to be on vacation.
In the few days before he left, he seemed preoccupied. He had several donors who send money and supplies over there with him, so he was often out of the office collecting everything for the trip. We still talked every day that week, but it was short conversations with him in and out of last minute meetings or in the car while he was running errands. I didn’t want to seem spoiled, but I missed him. The perceived lack of attention I was getting suddenly made me irritable and worried. I didn’t like that we had slept together twice, and it was never spoken of again. Not that there was anything more to mention… it was amazing. But it was as if it was wiped from his memory. Yet being with him was still all I could think about.
He also kept reminding me that the next week I probably wouldn’t hear from him very much. It was almost as though he was trying to tell me not to bother him while he was over there.
“Ugh, babe, I don’t know how I’m going to make it eight days without talking to you,” I whined on that Friday. His first flight in the 15 hour trip was at noon.
“Oh, sweetie, we’ll talk at some point,” he reassured me. “I’ll be able to text once in a while.”
“I know, but it’s not the same.”
“Well, you know I’m going to be busy, each way is a 15 hour flight, assuming no delays or missed connections. It’s like a two hour drive from the airport once I get there just to get to where I’m staying. We are visiting four different orphanages and they are all really far away from each other, but I’ll try to stay in contact as much as I can.”
I tried to lighten it up a little bit, “And besides, who am I going to get to talk dirty to me while you’re gone?”
“Well, hopefully no one, that’s my job!” he laughed and replied, “Hey, do me a favor–send me a picture of you today.”
“Okay, but I send them all the time! You send me one!”
“I’ll see what I can do. I’m getting ready to head to the airport, but I’ll call when I land in Amsterdam tonight, okay?”
“Okay, baby. I miss you! Hope you have a good flight,” I sighed.
“Me too, babe, talk to you soon…”
About 10 minutes later, I got a picture of him via text. He was dressed in his jeans and of course a sport jacket; the man never goes anywhere without a jacket. He was smiling so wide and looked like a giddy little boy. I thought he was adorable. I texted back: Aww! You look so cute in your jeans! Who took this?!
I asked Molly to take it.
Molly was his brand new assistant. I spoke with Molly quite often, trying to help her get acclimated to the new position. She would have to work pretty closely with me since I had to approve all of
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