Day one in Lotus Land

It’s early morning here in Los Angeles and I can’t sleep. My internal clock is still set on London time so it feels like it should be afternoon. I’ve been padding around trying to get my bearings in an unfamiliar house in a new city. Yesterday morning I was eating breakfast in the comfortable surroundings of my own home in London and this morning I am trying to find the coffee pot in a strange kitchen in Lala Land. Sam is sound asleep on the kitchen floor oblivious to my efforts to find the coffee. My laptop is on the kitchen counter and I’m typing, pacing, and trying to shake off the jetlag.

The 11 hour flight from London to LA was largely uneventful except for that major panic attack I had somewhere over the Atlantic. I decided not to drink on the flight so I would be in good form when Dark picked me up. That resolve evaporated about two hours into the flight when I began to rethink what I was doing. This relationship has been moving at warp speed from the moment we met. Roughly one month after we met I uprooted my life and was moving over 5300 miles to be with this man. My heart told me I was doing the right thing but my head was screaming “Slow down, Sparky! Think about what you are doing. It was just six weeks ago traveling around Europe with GB. You just moved back into your house in London and now you and your dog are on a plane headed to LA to be with someone else”. That was when I told the flight attendant I wanted wine, a lot of wine.

I can honestly say that I drank from the east coast to the west coast. Sweet baby Jesus what I was I getting myself into? I have a love/hate relationship with California. There is just something about all that beautiful weather and all those beautiful people that grates on me. Here I was planning on living there again with a man I have only known for 4 weeks. Somewhere over the Midwest my heart overruled my head. The first time I experienced love at first sight it lasted 32 years. Maybe I have another 32 years to give to this man. No matter how much I drank I was definitely sober when the plane landed. My nerves had calmed by the time we had taxied to the arrival gate at LAX.

My eyes locked on him the minute I exited the jet way. Dear Cher, what had I been worrying about? The minute I saw his smile I knew I was home. Picking up my luggage and then Sam, driving into LA, arriving at the house all passed in a blur. An hour after we arrived he was grilling tuna fillet quesadillas and making margaritas for me followed by some of the best porn star quality sex I have ever experienced. I fell asleep after only to wake up in the early morning hours. I eased out of bed without waking him and made my way to the kitchen.

I finally found the coffee and the coffee pot; all bought especially for me because he is a tea drinker. While the coffee is brewing I am going outside to pick oranges for juice. I think I could get used to all this. Hell, I think I’ll even try to learn to love green tea, enjoy the weather, and tolerate all the beautiful people ... maybe. I must learn to be tolerant and patient. Right now my patience is being sorely tried but I guess I will let him sleep a little longer before I go back to the bedroom and jump his bones.