October 5th, 1990
Flight from LHR – CGN, as a passenger
A flat in Cologne, Germany
I’m at one end of the couch, David on the other, enjoying the last of a bottle of Champagne, going down a treat. I expected to skip tonight’s entry but David insisted I write and offered to give me a foot rub until the page is filled, which I suspect will take a reaalllyyyyy loooonnngg tiiiimmme. I just read that out to him and he’s cracking up laughing.
No problems getting on the flight (staff travel is great but it’s on a standby basis so you never know.) Can’t stress enough how elated I felt when we touched down in Cologne, knowing David was waiting for me.
I spotted him right away and did my best to contain the excitement I felt as we made our way towards each other. We kissed, he grabbed my bag, slung his arm across my shoulder then we made our way outside.
“Is this your flash rental car?”
“Pretty cool, huh?”
“Mmmmm,” I said, kissing him before easing into the plush leather seat.
It felt weird driving on the other side of the road but of course for David, it’s the same as it is in Los Angeles.
“You’re a speed demon,” I yelled, over the sound of the wind as he tore down the autobahn.
“Isn’t it awesome?”
We came to the flat and after what we jokingly referred to as, “Going to London in Germany!” we headed out in search of food and ended up in a Thai restaurant.
“I’m so happy you made it,” David said, reaching across the table to stroke my hand.
“Me too,” I smiled, experiencing that lovely, giddy feeling I get at the mere sight of him and intensifies whenever his skin touches mine.
“I missed you,” he said wistfully, his foot finding mine under the table. “What do you think of Cologne so far?”
The couple sitting next to us were in silent mode so I didn’t think it appropriate to respond with some cheeky remark about how enjoyable the sex had been so far.
“I’m looking forward to exploring more tomorrow,” I said, causing David to give me, “a look.”
“What?” I mouthed.
“Nothing,” he smirked.
The couple next to us started discussing the menu (not that I could understand what they were saying but I figured with all the pointing and head nodding that’s what they were doing.)
“You can’t make a face like that and not explain yourself,” I said, trying not to laugh.
“I’m thinking we’ll go out and explore after we explore.”
No longer feeling subconscious, I replied in my cocky voice. “Oh, it’s like that, is it? Is that why I’m here?”
“Pretty much, yeah,” he replied, prompting me to playfully smack his hand, which garnered a scornful scowl from the woman next to us.
“Looks to me like somebody needs a trip to London,” David chuckled, peering up from the menu.
After dinner, we popped into a couple of bars, one with live music where a German singer crooned Beatles songs, in an American accent!
“You ready to go home?” David asked.
Home. Yes. Yes. Yes.
“Uh-huh, are you?”
Ah, that smirk again.
Time to get back to the reunion.