“Honey, I can tell when somebody still wants me, come clean…”
It’s been a minute since I’ve been to Northern California so of course I had to ask my Big E which airport I should fly into. San Francisco? Sacramento? San Jose? Oakland?
I was told NOT to fly into Oakland because it was quite dangerous, especially as a female driver by myself…and if I do, don’t stop for gas.
San Jose and San Francisco traffic is such an abomination, especially during rush hour that it was highly recommended to travel into Sacramento and then drive to Yountville.
He also asked who I was going with and of course, I was going with Five Star and her friends. He asked me if I had time to spare to stay in SF. Honestly, I didn’t. After our jaunt in Yountville, I’m going to Berkeley to grab lunch with another friend before flying back home.
He’s always had a crush on me.  We would stay up late and talk about life. Nothing has ever happened between us, in fact. I was hoping that he would get together with a mutual friend…but it never transpired. We eventually grew apart because of life. We were going in different directions. I also felt that he was uncomfortable whenever I would vent to him about the guys I was dating. He’ll hold a special place in my heart for the late-night talks and the connection we shared.
SF is also a place that I have a love-hate relationship with. An ex of mine has a restaurant in the city and when I would go, he would take me all over. I thought that maybe we had something…I applied for a director position there but I didn’t get it. I think that should have been my foreshadowing of what was to come. My old haunts. After we broke up, I only went back up once with my cousins and avoided all the places I would frequent in the past. Despite having quite a bit of friends there, it’s just another city I try to avoid.
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