with 6 hours to kill, efficiency was not a top priority (Atlantis Events' Allure of the Seas 2011 Day 8: disembarking and a hot guy in the airport)

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Thankfully, Calipornia and I were among the last people to be called for disembarking the ship on Sunday morning, which meant we could sleep til 830 rather than 630. After being herded with the rest of the zombies through customs, I had to go get my confiscated roller skates, which were on a table next to a bullet belt, a few irons and the pair of handcuffs the guy in front of me came to collect.

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We jumped in an airport shuttle, arriving at check-in around 10:30am. Our flight was at 5:30. And they wouldn't check our bags until 4 hours prior.

Cali: "So, are there earlier flights we could switch to?"

JetBlue Lady: "Well, I can put you standby on the 4:55 to JFK, but for the earlier flights, I'd have to re-book you, which costs $40."

Cali: "Done. Let's do it!"

Me: "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold up! I definitely don't have $40 worth of I need to tend to in NYC today."

Cali: "You're really gonna sit in the airport all day?"

Me: "Yeah, I gotta get started on blog posts anyway."

Cali: "Well, I wanna get on this earlier flight. You won't be mad if I take it?"

Me: "Go ahead. I'm tired of seeing your ass anyway."

Calipornia re-booked her flight with some of the other NYC gays while I stowed my bag in the public storage before joining them by the gate for lunch. I'd have to go back through security, but with 6 hours to kill, efficiency was not a top priority. We grabbed an early lunch and counted down the minutes til the bar was allowed to start serving at noon.

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Calipornia and the NYC gays went to board their plane, and I went to go check my bag (and I got to skip the security line!). JetBlue's terminal in FLL is pretty small, and every family headed home from a tropical vacation had a Sunday afternoon flight. But I managed to find the last available electrical outlet for my phone: right beside the entrance to the men's bathroom.

So there I was, camped out by the bathroom, looking cracked out from lack of sleep, typing away on my phone. I got a good productive hour in before I started dosing. And I mean dosing HARD!

I have no idea how long I was out, but it was that body-taking-revenge type of sleep! And when I came to, a tall, stunningly handsome, white 40-something was across the walkway watching me. He started laughing (with blindingly white teeth), and there was really nothing I could do but wipe the slobber from my cheek and laugh along.

So the guy actually came over and struck up a conversation. Turned out to actually have a personality. Great job, too. A real catch all around (and my knees buckled a little when I saw the shirtless pic on his buddy card). We got so wrapped up in our conversation that he almost missed his flight. To Texas. Where he lives.

But, did I mention he summers on Fire Island? Yeah!


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