Six months had gone by and THE day had finally arrived. Pete was on an 11 hour flight from London to Los Angeles* and I was driving 6 hours from Scottsdale to pick him up. For weeks we had planned how we would spend our first two weeks together. I was to pick him up at LAX then we’d drive to Las Vegas for a couple nights. After Vegas, we’d drive down to San Diego for a couple more days, then Christmas with my family and back to Scottsdale for the remainder of his trip.
I arrived at LAX about 4 hour too early. I drove around the airport a couple times to familiarize myself with the roads and exits and not get lost once he arrived and we headed out. I wanted to be confident and know my way around. After about 6-8 laps around the airport, I decided to find a good spot with not too many cars around. You know, just in case he wanted to spontaneously make out with me. Jooooking...No in reality, I knew he was a more private person than I was so I tried to make our first meet as comfortable for him as possible. I was completely freaking out inside, so I could only imagine what he was feeling. He was the one that took a trip across the world to a country he had only briefly visited once before.
I waited in the car listening to our Spotify playlist for a while. I think I finally decided to start walking inside the airport an hour and a half before he was due to land. As the time neared, I started getting more and more nervous. I was having second thoughts about the outfit I decided to wear. Then thinking, “Was my top too revealing?”. “Was wearing boots a good idea?” “Is my hair still looking okay?” “Will he like me in person?” “Wait! What if I don’t like him in person?!” “What if he’s not the same guy as in the photos?!” We’d facetimed only once and his room was a bit dark so really, I could be the one getting catfished now! Or “What if he didn’t actually get on the plane and I’ve been doing all this traveling and waiting for him not to show up?” I remember a million questions were going through my mind.
Then, after scouting what seemed like a million faces, I saw him walking out of the arrivals gate. The moment I saw him was the moment all my doubts and fears disappeared. I was standing right in front of where people walk out, but was pushed behind a big family waiting for their little boy coming back from a year abroad. Pete didn’t see me right away, so he walked the opposite way. I had to push my way to the other side of the room to get to him. To me it was like a scene out of a movie. It felt like I had lost my person and I was trying to make my way back to him but people kept pushing me further away. Then we locked eyes and he smiled. For a moment there, there was no one else but him. We hugged and kissed and got the hell out of there!
I think walking back to my car was a bit awkward. I ended up forgetting where I had to go so we took a longer way, which lead to us sharing the elevator up with people. There was a bit of that awkward silence and a few looks at each other that made me giggle. When we got to the car, we put his luggage in the trunk and he pulled me in for a real kiss. Our first real kiss was at the top of the International Terminal parking lot at LAX as planes took off and landed.
Read all about our Las Vegas adventure, my first major embarrassment in San Diego, Pete getting drunk off Sambuca with my dad at Christmas and the rest of our first two weeks together in the upcoming posts!