Jack vs. Shane: Let the cheating begin...!?

Jack vs. Shane: Let the cheating begin!

Alright.  Let's examine this cheating thing that Shane got himself wrapped up into.

Here's how it went down.  I see Shane several times a week, usually consecutive days.  Maybe 3 or 4 in a row.  Then for the other 3-4 days, Shane would completely disappear.  No phone call and no text.

At first, I would freak out.  I had no idea where Shane was or what was going on.  The worst thoughts imaginable spilled into my head.  My wild thoughts got so bad that I couldn't even concentrate at work.  Did I cheat first with the love of my life? 

Did I cheat on my Cowboy Shane with my sweetheart of all sweetheart, Jack?

And how the hell did these two end up sleeping at my house and in my bedroom at the same time?   (It was not what you think...)

I have to back pedal here to give some back story....




BONUS POST WITHIN POST: SWEATY PALMS & WAITING FOR JACK TO ARRIVE

Finally, a few weeks ago, Jack came to town.  Yes, MY JACK!  Jack came flew into town for a convention and I had promised several months back that he could stay with me.  I am not one to go back on my word so...I honored my word.  So on Wednesday, July 20, 2011...I got to see the love of my love life.  Not only that,  I knew that I would have him for 5 fun-filled night and 4 amazing days.  Well, at least while he wasn't attending the convention.

I met Jack at the airport after he patiently waited there for me for 2 hrs.  I couldn't get myself motivated to even get to the airport on time to meet.  I was in a panic or having a serious happy breakdown.  I was downing coffee and dozing off between doing some last minute tidying up of my home. I went from high anxiety to caffeine induced coma and this was all based on the fact that Jack was on his way into town.  I couldn't process all that Jack info at one time.  Jack was arriving soon.  I love Jack.  I'm in love with Jack.  I haven't seen Jack in 10 months and I am going to see him today.  I can surely saw that I wasn't processing a thing...except for coffee.

Arriving at the airport was a surreal moment.  The sun was impressive, even blinding me while wearing sunglasses. The day was warm with slight wispy breezes. I walked down the airport sidewalk in a daze.  I could see people hugging and crying.  Couples were kissing.  Kids were laughing.  Luggage was everywhere.  One minute of walking felt like 10 minutes of time had passed and it was just at the final second of the minute that I noticed Jack's unmistakable silhouette sitting on a bench in the shady distance. 

Yes, it's Jack.  It's the man that I love.  By happenstance, Jack turned and looked in my direction as I approached him.  I didn't smile.  I don't think I could smile.  I was in shock, worried and going over my imperfections list in my head.  "Oh, why did I wear these jeans and this shirt. I'm a mess. Oh, how's my hair.  The color is different! What if he doesn't recognize me?  What if he doesn't like.... HI JACK!

"C'mon and give me a hug!!!", he cheers.  I can barely remember the hug.  What I do remember is what it felt like.  What it felt like to be in Jack's arms again.  Time finally stood still...at least for 30 seconds, but those seconds felt like an hour.  I gave him a big kiss on the cheek and inhaled his sexy scent, which I later found out was Coast soap.  I didn't want to seem desperate and plant one on his lips.  Jack kissed my check, too, after holding me back to take a gander.   We then hugged again for another 30-second hour...

To Be Continued...