First America Holiday (5)
This was great! I could lay there all night being served by him! hahaha And he was so cute, he never complained once. I
wondered how long he would be willing to play this little game though before telling me to get my ass up and make my own damn
drink!? This time, before once again trying to balance his drink, not knock the ashtray over, and get into bed, he asked me if I was
ready for another one or not. Awww what a sweetie. And since he did in fact ask, I figured what the hell and slammed down the rest
of my drink. But I promised this would be the last time. Eventually he was actually able to get in bed and stay for more than 30
seconds. We had so much fun. Omigosh we were so drunk and laughing our asses off at everything. This had turned out much better
than if we were running through Universal trying to see everything at once. The only thing that Marco will bitch about to this day,
is the fact that he spent $150 on a date and didn't even get a good meal out of it! But then again, he got his date all drunk as shit
and ended up getting lucky! So most guys would tell him to quit complaining! hahaha
The next day we were up and out of the hotel by about 8:00am. We were not going to waste one minute of the day. The tickets we
got were actually dual tickets, for 2 connecting theme parks; Universal Studios and Islands of Adventure. I only rode about 10 rides
all day. Basically, Marco rode every ride possible and I waited outside for him to get done. I hate roller coasters or scary rides, so I
was very content watching people as he rode them all. Of course the one ride that I really wanted to go on was the big water log
flume. But couldn't because he had his camera and it would have been destroyed if we took it on there. So, I told him just to go and I
would hold his camera and wait for him. Well, if his ass hadn't run off so quickly, he would have seen me pouting and stayed!
hahaha But that's ok, he was having a great time. It was fun getting a chance to see him act like a kid again. We spent the first
half of the day in Universal Studios and the second half in Islands of Adventure. When we stopped for lunch, I told him to use my
calling card and call his sister back in Holland. It would have been early evening there, so the timing was great. I really think he
made her happy by calling. I was glad. She had sent along a mini picture album with Marco. Enclosed was a lovely note thanking
me for sending her a schedule of what we would be doing, so she could imagine where we were every day while he was here. The
album contained pictures of their entire family, from childhood to present. She wanted to send it along so my family could see the
other family that I was involved with. I almost cried when I read it. She really is just as sweet, if not sweeter, than Marco. We took
turns talking to Conny, trying to tell her everything that we had done so far. We all talked a mile a minute trying to squeeze 4 days
into a 15-minute conversation. And I think getting to talk to her made Marco pretty happy as well.
When the parks closed, we headed towards the Hard Rock Cafe for a drink. We sat at the bar for a couple of hours, relaxing after
a full day of walking. By the time we left Hard Rock it was dark and everything on the boardwalk was lit up. It was so beautiful and
way cool. Neither of us wanted to leave yet. So we headed up towards the row of bars and decided to spend the rest of the evening
barhopping. We went in and out of a few, getting at least one drink in each one. (So Marco could steal the glass and have it for a
souvenir!) The whole day and night so far had been so carefree and fun, the way it should be.
However, while we were sitting in Paddy O'Briens pub, both drunk as hell, we started talking about the Chatroom. It was then
that Marco informed me that one of my friends had wanted to, let's just say "play online as well as the phone" with him. And she had
just asked him within the past month! Whoa baby! I spent the next 15 minutes grilling him on how, why, when, etc. all of this
happened. I was pissed. Every time he tried to hold my hand I pulled it away and started in again. He simply told me that nothing
had ever happened because he wouldn't let it happen, he loved me and would never even think of doing something like that with
anyone else. Ok, well all of those feelings I had before he arrived, that I had done a very good job of getting past, were now back.
I hate public scenes, so we left the bar and found a quiet place outside to talk. We sat for almost an hour, crying and talking over
everything. Including what this supposed friend and his relationship was. Up to this point, any time I had been angry over
something, I was always careful of what I said so I wouldn't risk hurting Marco's feelings. But this time, all bets were off. I didn't
care how rude I was being. I wanted answers and I wanted them now. He hadn't had time to talk to me online yet had time to talk to
her? And obviously long enough that there were some deep conversations if she was asking him to do those things. This was friggin
deja vous' all over again!
It ended up that she was just drunk and he didn't do anything anyway. My immediate reaction was that I couldn't wait to have a
little chat with her next time I saw her online. Marco asked me to please not do that. Nothing happened, so he wanted me to just
blow it off. The more I thought about it, I knew he was right. The odds were pretty good that by the time I was done talking to her,
she would deny any of it anyway, thus bringing Marco into his first chatroom conflict. So to this day I have never said a word about
it. However, if I EVER hear of her doing anything like that again, I will very much enjoy making her on-line life a living hell!
I may have started the conversation filled with doubt and insecurity on how Marco felt for me, but by the time we were done, I
had no worries at all. It was the first time that we seriously talked about our future together and what we both wanted and didn't
want. It was also the first time we both admitted that we wanted to be with each other forever, not just for a holiday. But until that
was possible, we also had to agree upon what would happen if one of us met someone in real life. Neither one of us had even
considered giving this up for a real life relationship. But being 4000 miles apart, we had to face reality that it could very well
happen. We promised each other that no matter what, we wouldn't hide anything. We would tell the other person and would both be
expected to understand if and when it ever came to that. We both knew before he came to America that we were gonna have to have
this talk, but neither of us planned on having it in the middle of Disneyworld. Looking back on it though, I wouldn't have wanted it
any other way. We still had more to talk about, but we had enough drama for one night and decided to wait, and finish another day.
The next day we packed up the truck, checked out of the hotel, and headed to Seaworld. It was a lot smaller than I remember and
a lot smaller than Marco expected. The highlight was definitely the beer garden. We both attended Brew-meister school and have
certificates of authenticity to say we completed it successfully. We ended up leaving Seaworld around 6:00pm and started our 7-hour
drive back to Destin. We couldn't wait to get back to my Mom's house. After being on the road for about 3 hours, we were stuck in
one hellacious traffic jam. We were barely moving inches at a time for over an hour. Eventually we saw an exit that had a hotel
sign. By now it was around 10:30pm and we still had about 4 hours to go. We decided it would be much better to pull over and sleep
for the night rather than try to continue and risk falling asleep at the wheel. Besides, we had no idea what was causing this traffic
jam or how long it would be. Continue
wondered how long he would be willing to play this little game though before telling me to get my ass up and make my own damn
drink!? This time, before once again trying to balance his drink, not knock the ashtray over, and get into bed, he asked me if I was
ready for another one or not. Awww what a sweetie. And since he did in fact ask, I figured what the hell and slammed down the rest
of my drink. But I promised this would be the last time. Eventually he was actually able to get in bed and stay for more than 30
seconds. We had so much fun. Omigosh we were so drunk and laughing our asses off at everything. This had turned out much better
than if we were running through Universal trying to see everything at once. The only thing that Marco will bitch about to this day,
is the fact that he spent $150 on a date and didn't even get a good meal out of it! But then again, he got his date all drunk as shit
and ended up getting lucky! So most guys would tell him to quit complaining! hahaha
The next day we were up and out of the hotel by about 8:00am. We were not going to waste one minute of the day. The tickets we
got were actually dual tickets, for 2 connecting theme parks; Universal Studios and Islands of Adventure. I only rode about 10 rides
all day. Basically, Marco rode every ride possible and I waited outside for him to get done. I hate roller coasters or scary rides, so I
was very content watching people as he rode them all. Of course the one ride that I really wanted to go on was the big water log
flume. But couldn't because he had his camera and it would have been destroyed if we took it on there. So, I told him just to go and I
would hold his camera and wait for him. Well, if his ass hadn't run off so quickly, he would have seen me pouting and stayed!
hahaha But that's ok, he was having a great time. It was fun getting a chance to see him act like a kid again. We spent the first
half of the day in Universal Studios and the second half in Islands of Adventure. When we stopped for lunch, I told him to use my
calling card and call his sister back in Holland. It would have been early evening there, so the timing was great. I really think he
made her happy by calling. I was glad. She had sent along a mini picture album with Marco. Enclosed was a lovely note thanking
me for sending her a schedule of what we would be doing, so she could imagine where we were every day while he was here. The
album contained pictures of their entire family, from childhood to present. She wanted to send it along so my family could see the
other family that I was involved with. I almost cried when I read it. She really is just as sweet, if not sweeter, than Marco. We took
turns talking to Conny, trying to tell her everything that we had done so far. We all talked a mile a minute trying to squeeze 4 days
into a 15-minute conversation. And I think getting to talk to her made Marco pretty happy as well.
When the parks closed, we headed towards the Hard Rock Cafe for a drink. We sat at the bar for a couple of hours, relaxing after
a full day of walking. By the time we left Hard Rock it was dark and everything on the boardwalk was lit up. It was so beautiful and
way cool. Neither of us wanted to leave yet. So we headed up towards the row of bars and decided to spend the rest of the evening
barhopping. We went in and out of a few, getting at least one drink in each one. (So Marco could steal the glass and have it for a
souvenir!) The whole day and night so far had been so carefree and fun, the way it should be.
However, while we were sitting in Paddy O'Briens pub, both drunk as hell, we started talking about the Chatroom. It was then
that Marco informed me that one of my friends had wanted to, let's just say "play online as well as the phone" with him. And she had
just asked him within the past month! Whoa baby! I spent the next 15 minutes grilling him on how, why, when, etc. all of this
happened. I was pissed. Every time he tried to hold my hand I pulled it away and started in again. He simply told me that nothing
had ever happened because he wouldn't let it happen, he loved me and would never even think of doing something like that with
anyone else. Ok, well all of those feelings I had before he arrived, that I had done a very good job of getting past, were now back.
I hate public scenes, so we left the bar and found a quiet place outside to talk. We sat for almost an hour, crying and talking over
everything. Including what this supposed friend and his relationship was. Up to this point, any time I had been angry over
something, I was always careful of what I said so I wouldn't risk hurting Marco's feelings. But this time, all bets were off. I didn't
care how rude I was being. I wanted answers and I wanted them now. He hadn't had time to talk to me online yet had time to talk to
her? And obviously long enough that there were some deep conversations if she was asking him to do those things. This was friggin
deja vous' all over again!
It ended up that she was just drunk and he didn't do anything anyway. My immediate reaction was that I couldn't wait to have a
little chat with her next time I saw her online. Marco asked me to please not do that. Nothing happened, so he wanted me to just
blow it off. The more I thought about it, I knew he was right. The odds were pretty good that by the time I was done talking to her,
she would deny any of it anyway, thus bringing Marco into his first chatroom conflict. So to this day I have never said a word about
it. However, if I EVER hear of her doing anything like that again, I will very much enjoy making her on-line life a living hell!
I may have started the conversation filled with doubt and insecurity on how Marco felt for me, but by the time we were done, I
had no worries at all. It was the first time that we seriously talked about our future together and what we both wanted and didn't
want. It was also the first time we both admitted that we wanted to be with each other forever, not just for a holiday. But until that
was possible, we also had to agree upon what would happen if one of us met someone in real life. Neither one of us had even
considered giving this up for a real life relationship. But being 4000 miles apart, we had to face reality that it could very well
happen. We promised each other that no matter what, we wouldn't hide anything. We would tell the other person and would both be
expected to understand if and when it ever came to that. We both knew before he came to America that we were gonna have to have
this talk, but neither of us planned on having it in the middle of Disneyworld. Looking back on it though, I wouldn't have wanted it
any other way. We still had more to talk about, but we had enough drama for one night and decided to wait, and finish another day.
The next day we packed up the truck, checked out of the hotel, and headed to Seaworld. It was a lot smaller than I remember and
a lot smaller than Marco expected. The highlight was definitely the beer garden. We both attended Brew-meister school and have
certificates of authenticity to say we completed it successfully. We ended up leaving Seaworld around 6:00pm and started our 7-hour
drive back to Destin. We couldn't wait to get back to my Mom's house. After being on the road for about 3 hours, we were stuck in
one hellacious traffic jam. We were barely moving inches at a time for over an hour. Eventually we saw an exit that had a hotel
sign. By now it was around 10:30pm and we still had about 4 hours to go. We decided it would be much better to pull over and sleep
for the night rather than try to continue and risk falling asleep at the wheel. Besides, we had no idea what was causing this traffic
jam or how long it would be. Continue
