It took five months of occasional email exchanges to finally meet. It was worth the wait.
Why so long? He had been traveling the world for a non-profit project he founded. He was in the States infrequently during the past year, and even more rarely at his home in my area.
As part of getting to know each other, he sent me a link to his project’s Web site where I learned more about him. Armed with his unique full name, it was easy to Google him.
Through this sleuthing I uncovered that he had been not only a Marine fighter pilot — but also a Playgirl “Real Man of the Month!” Granted, that was nearly three decades ago. During our first phone conversation, I commented on his Web page. He said laughingly, “If you get me drunk enough I’ll tell you some stories that I couldn’t put on the page.”
“Will that include the Playgirl story?” I asked playfully.
A loud laugh erupted. “How’d you find that?” I told him Google was generous. I added that I’d like to see a copy. He said, “Don’t bother buying one of those old issues. The staple hid my glory.” Now it was my turn to burst into laughter.
He was intelligent, humble, funny, educated, accomplished, passionate about his project, interested in me, and a good listener. We set a coffee date for the next day. He arrived smartly dressed and greeted me with a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. The 90 minutes passed quickly until he had to leave for another commitment. He said he’d like to see me again. He called 30 minutes after we separated to say how much he enjoyed our time together and was looking forward to the next time.
Will the Playgirl Marine activist work out? One never knows. But at the least it will be a fun adventure getting to know him.
BTW, to the coffee date I brought a staple remover. 🙂