When we met in persona a few days later at Java Hyde Park, Bill had an easygoing way about him; the conversation flowed. Unlike some of my earlier catch and release coffee dates, Bill was in the catch and keep group of fun and interesting matches.
Isn’t life full of wonderful surprises, I thought to myself? I don’t believe in love at first sight, but there was a raw-magnetic off the chart physical attraction and emotional connection. Bill had me in lust from the moment we locked eyes and said, ¡Hola!
We were having fun getting to know each other, and exchanging life’s stories the way old friends do. More dates followed in the weeks ahead, including hiking, canoeing and flying in his family’s private airplane. The scenery was spectacular and awe-inspiring, and the sprinkling of colorful wild flowers covering parts of the landscape made for stunning fly-by adventures over the Treasure Valley!
Since the desire to explore what our bodies felt and wanted was confirmed with our first passionate kiss, Bill and I decided we would pursue a long-term committed relationship. We were in agreement that we both wanted to bring a clean bill of health to the relationship, so we got tested for STDs.
When it was time to exchange clean bill of health papers, Bill made reservations for dinner at a downtown restaurant along the banks of the Boise River. I visualized gazing into each other’s eyes during our romantic candlelit dinner that would be followed by a night of pure passion, pleasure and unparalleled heights of ecstasy. It was to be the first of many romantic and intimate evenings in our lives as a couple.
I looked at my watch. What could be taking Bill so long? Fifteen minutes later, the restaurant manager approached our table and informed me that Bill had passed out in the men’s room. The ambulance was on its way to take him to the local hospital.
I called Bill’s brother and waited in the hospital reception area. I was shocked to learn that evening that Bill was a diabetic and opted not to take the medication prescribed by his physician. He wasn’t wearing a medical alert bracelet or identification, but the EMTs told me they’d found a card in Bill’s wallet.
While we waited at the bar for our table, Bill had enjoyed a glass of Malbec wine on an empty stomach. He’d been in meetings and forgotten to eat lunch. Drinking alcohol on an empty stomach resulted in low blood sugar, hypoglycemia, and that’s why he passed out. Bill wasn’t drunk; it was a medical emergency.
Over the next few days I found myself unable to stop thinking about the medical emergency incident. Bill was in denial about his diabetes. He admitted he had a pattern of ignoring his doctor’s advice, and confessed this was not the first time he had passed out.
I was concerned about Bill’s cavalier attitude and the long-term health implications it would have on the quality of our lives together. And what if he had passed out while flying with me?