Last year I traveled to London for Christmas. It was the first stop of my epic winter studies in Europe. This would be my first trip period, and my adrenaline was super high.
My parents gave me the contact for every single family member in England regardless of how far from London they were lol. I had my cousin Paul who was my age to link up with -though we only kept in touch by IG and WhatsApp having him there would definitely make my stay in London easier.
I got to Bridgetown for my connection and could hardly wait to board my Virgin Atlantic flight; I am finally on the last leg to becoming the first family member to graduate from Uni.
As I sat in my seat peering through the window thinking about all the things I wanted to see while away, this bad lady came walking down the aisle looking up at the seat numbers as she made her way towards me. I was fixated on her beauty.
It was like damn; these Bajan girls are hot! She got to my row and sat in the aisle seat, the seat in between us left empty. I had my fingers crossed hoping it would stay that way. We introduced ourselves and struck up a little conversation about our trip to London, I learned she was a model and was returning home to the UK after her assignment in the Lesser Antilles. Crystal she was bad! She was kinda flirtatious and I wasn’t going to backdown I mean I would never think someone like her would be interested in a skinny Vincentian dude, but I was a charmer lol.
After the inflight meal and the cabin lights dimmed, she started to kiss my neck -I decided to go with the flow and reciprocated. I looked around the plane and most folks were asleep-it was my opportunity to strike.
I think she read the unspoken words and got up and walked back to the lavatory. I wasted no time and was in hot pursuit and joined her. Crystal, I think you know where this is going. There I was in this little ass bathroom with my pants around my ankles. The rest of the flight we acted like everything was normal.
I waited in the waiting area for another student to arrive from NY. She and I chatted for a bit and we exchanged numbers.
I was so pumped when I got her text, “It was nice meeting you, I guess Virgin needs to change it’s name, LOL-Kiera” We texted a few times about meeting up before I returned to SVG. My stay was pretty decent I was literally bogged down with getting acclimated to my life there, Paul was gracious and met up with me a few times and showed me historical London. On Christmas day it was weird not being home in Kingstown and I was feeling homesick. I made my way to my aunt and uncle’s house in Lewisham for dinner. The spread was like nothing I have seen before.
We sat in the living room listening to Kes, and chatting about my studies, I felt at home. We were set to eat at 5pm, my older cousin Charles showed up with his wife and 2 children, they walked in the house and I froze, it was Kiera. I don’t know what to do, this is my cousin’s daughter. Why was I so impulsive? I have been beating myself up about it even though It was a spontaneous situation. We agreed to take it to our graves but it’s messing with my conscience.
Dear Mile High,
In as much as we would like to think that these things don’t happen often, they happen all the time, people often refer to them as “one offs.” In your case, it just happens to be your cousin. I would like to think had she known that you were family, she wouldn’t have initiated anything. I can see how this can affect you and ultimately if it’s affecting your daily life, I would urge you to seek therapy, with a certified therapist, who will be able to properly assess and advise you with an unbiased opinion regarding your situation. In the near future, depending on the outcome and the therapists advice, perhaps you can initiate a conversation with your cousin, this may put a lot of things into perspective from both point of views. I hope you find the clarity that you seek.
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