“Life isn’t just about fucking you two. It’s about falling in love and working to have great love relationships. I don’t want to choose between the two of you.”
“What are you saying? That we can be a threesome?” Dylan asks.
Hating how weak I’m feeling at this moment, I try to get a grip and get my anger back.
Andrew is looking at me like I’m a crazy woman, but Dylan has this smirk on his face. What is he thinking? It’s hard to tell. His smirk makes me feel kind of slimy and like he is having a fantasy where I am a pure slut.
“The two of you must think I’m one hell of slut. But that’s how ignorant you are about threesomes, and frankly about life.”
“We don’t think you’re a slut,” Dylan says.
Yet it’s Andrew’s silence that really gets me mad.
“I’ll tell you what, if you guys will reach above your idiot thinking and play your cards right, you might just experience the most incredible fucking relationship of your life.”
Not feeling the need to say more, and especially feeling disturbed by the look on Dylan’s face and Andrew’s silence, I get up and let myself out of the cabin, slamming the door behind me. It’s not flight etiquette to do this, as this is the pilot’s domain, but I do it anyway.
I’ve had enough of the two of them. Imagine them taking the high road with me. Not being a slut is something I work hard at. I don’t like what they are implying about me.
When we land and it is my turn to get off the plane, I can feel their eyes boring into my soul. They are whispering about me- I can hear my name coming from the cabin.
What are they saying about me? Butterflies are set free in my stomach because I am so nervous. What if I made a fool of myself? What if they don’t choose me?
Finally, the plane lands, and I am in a different world- the London airport is packed with people from many cultures. Even the voices in the crowd are so different from what I’m used to hearing.
My new international flight job is changing the way I view the world. I’m so excited to be traveling internationally. This promotion means so much to me- and right now, I feel so lucky to have gotten it.
Walking through the airport, I think about the conversation I have just had with Andrew and Dylan. I don’t understand the two of them. All I want is for both of them to choose me, and I’m worried as hell that they won’t.
It will be good to have this lay-over so that I can have time to think. It’s so amazing to be in London. I can’t wait to visit Big Ben and to see Buckingham palace. I bet the Queen gives good advice. What would she say about me wanting two guys instead of just one?