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and I was serving in the Army, stationed in Germany at the time. This was long
before the era of cheap long-distance plans or the advent of internet voice calling
and, as a result, I was beginning to see phone bills (which included a pricy data
plan) from Deutsche Telekom in excess of a thousand dollars per month.
Clearly, we wouldn’t be able to keep doing that for much longer. We would
either have to scale back our relationship or take it a step forward, and neither of
us was willing to step back.
I started making plans for what would be our first meeting. Once we agreed
upon a date, I got approved for two weeks of leave. On the first day of my
leave, I drove two hours to Frankfurt’s Rhein-Main Air Force Base (which today
no longer exists) and hopped aboard an Air Force C-5A Galaxy headed for
McChord Air Force Base (now known as Joint Base Lewis-McChord) which is
near Tacoma, Washington. The flight, which was 5200 miles as the crow flies
but not, apparently, as the Air Force flies was mind-numbingly long and
excruciatingly uncomfortable.
I arrived in Washington State at mid-day, and took a taxi to my hotel in the
center of the city. From the hotel room, I called Sensual (who lived fifteen
minutes away) to let her know that I had arrived, and to inform her where I was
staying. I explained that I needed a shower and a short nap, but would meet her
for dinner downstairs, in the hotel’s very nice restaurant at 7 PM. We lingered
for another thirty minutes on the phone like the star-struck lovers we were,
tittering in complete and utter disbelief at the notion that we were finally about to
meet each other in real life. We had talked about this for months, and now it was
really about to happen.
At the appointed hour, I went downstairs to the restaurant, where I lingered in
the waiting area for twenty minutes before finally agreeing to be seated at a
table. I told the waiter that I was expecting someone, and he responded a sly
grin and a wink. It was an intimate little place, so I was fairly certain that I’d be
able to spot her as soon as she arrived. Today, just about everyone has a cell
phone, so it’s hard to imagine just sitting alone in a restaurant for an hour
waiting - hoping - that someone shows up, without trying to do something about
it. But this was before cell phones were commonly available; there wasn’t a
whole lot I could do, other than drop a quarter into the lobby pay phone in an
attempt to call her, which I eventually did. There was no answer, which only
served to give me false hope that perhaps she’d been delayed, and was now on