AJRMAN
If I Can Make It There...
The flight was nice. We had window seats. I love seeing the world from the air. Security at the airport was exactly how everyone said. Since 9/11, they're pretty strict. No matter. Better safe than sorry. We retrieved our bags and began walking to the waiting area. I saw a group of people staring at us. One of them, a woman, started to cry, hold her hands to her mouth. It was Javier's Sister. Javier dropped his luggage and walked/ran to her. She jumped into his arms, both of them crying. Her name is Veronica. She is beautiful. Although they are part Hispanic, Javier's family pretty much looks white. All of them with brown hair and blue or hazel eyes. Standing there with my pasty white skin and brown eyes, I became jealous at this good looking family. Javier's Brothers joined in with the hug session. Carlos and Luis. Both very, very, God Damn, very handsome. Standing to the side was Javier's Mother. Barbara. Yeah it's a white person's name, because she is white. Javier's father was Mexican. His name was Earl. Yes, that too is a white persons name. They named their children Hispanic names, because Barbara wanted them to know their culture. Barbara stood there, with her hands to her mouth too. She was a tiny woman of about seventy years old. But she looked really good for her age. She reminded me of my own Mother. Javier went to her, bent his knees and gave her a hug. He again started to cry.
I think they all forgot about me, because I still stood there luggage in hand, with a permanent fake smile on my face, waiting to be noticed. I never felt like I didn't belong as much as I did then. Finally, when the hug fest died down, Javier looked around to find me. When he noticed me, he wiped his eyes, and introduced me to his family. They all smiled, and I saw Veronica move towards me. Oh God, she's going to give me a hug.
" Hello" she said "Finally I get to meet you. Thank you for coming with Javier. It means alot to all of us" She opened her arms to hug me. I hesitated for a split second, but thankfully I opened my arms too and gave her a hug. Carlos and Luis joined in. I'm being hugged by three strangers. I'm so uncomfortable right now. Barbara came to me, and gave me a hug, when the other three finished. My hug for her was genuine. She did remind me of my Mom. Javier's family is really nice. But I'm totally not used to it. A loving, normal family? What the hell is that? This is going to be a long week. Javier came to me and gave me a hug.
" Thanks guy, for coming. They like you already" he then whispered " And thanks for giving them all hugs. I know that was painful" He grinned. I just grinned back nodding my head. Javier and I began to pick up our bags, but were gently pushed out of the way by Carlos and Luis as they picked them up. God Damn. They were hot. Don't worry, I'm not going to sleep with them. Sheesh, I'm not a slut for God's sake.
We went to New York in Carlos' family van. I spotted all the signs saying how many miles to New York. I got excited. It was hot. But it was beautiful. Javier sat beside me. He had his hand on my leg the entire trip to his Mom's house. It kind of made me uncomfortable. I always thought being gay should be hidden. But he didn't care, and his family didn't seem to mind either. But with his hand on my knee, it still made me embarrassed. I kept thinking that they know we're having sex, because hand on knee equals guy/guy sex. That's my crazy thinking. But I'm sure you know that by now. I just realized. I'm in New York City! Woo Hoo! But I'm also here for a funeral. I take the "Woo Hoo" back. Gosh, God must be shaking his head in disappointment right now. Shame, shame on me. But still.......NEW YORK!!