Flyboy Fail

Offutt Airforce Base is just outside of Omaha. You could spot an air force guy anywhere in town because of his close haircut, back in the day of long-haired hippie dudes. A clean-cut guy in a uniform worked for a lot of women, and I was no exception.
We met at a dance bar, and he could keep up with me on the dance floor. I apologize to my adult children for the images these words evoke. So sorry. Your mother dances. Get over it.
Alan had a quick smile, a gorgeous chin, and sparkle. In a good way. He took me to see Fame, a dance movie. I was in heaven. We had a few kisses, and then he took me home.
He’d call me every night.
“What did you do today?” I’d ask.
“I can’t tell you,” he said. “It’s classified.”
“Not anything?”
“Let’s just say I went the distance.”
I’d taught a bunch of 8th graders that day how to diagram sentences.
“Why do we have to do this?” Mark asked. “We will NEVER need to know this!”
The kid had a point, but diagramming sentences was just so much fun (I got my masters in linguistics– I know, I am weird).
“So you left the states and flew to Europe or something?” I asked.
“Reconnaissance mission, that’s all I can tell you.”
Tingle up my spine. I was dating one of our protectors.
On the second date, Alan established himself as one of the best kissers in Omaha, actually Bellevue. On the third date he was clearly running out of patience. Being from Iowa, I’d never heard of the three-date rule, plus I was a school teacher, so I didn’t follow protocol.
He stuck around for six weeks. One night Alan was determined to get what he wanted. I was too afraid to say yes.
“You don’t know what you’re missing,” he said as he walked out the door.
Those air force guys have to be confident, I guess, to do what they do.

Couldda Wouldda Shouldda
If I’d fallen for Alan, he would’ve married me and then left the states to serve in Germany. I would follow the next spring when my teaching contract was up and would’ve taught German children how to diagram sentences. Alan would’ve left me for some young fraulein, so I’d teach English near the Black Forest and lead tours for American school teachers on the weekends and go to discos on Saturday night.

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