Big Bear Drive
It was Monday and we were supposed to meet at 8 and I honestly didn’t have the courage to text him good morning and remind him even though I was the type to really be strict with time meetups and all. There were really no expectations. I mean it’s not like we’re friends or anything. We met because he lives around the block and we have the same ethnicity, something common I guess but in my head, I will just do my usual morning jog, and if he texts and confirms, well that’s nice, if not, then that’s okay too.
As I circle down the block, I could feel my body starting to warm up. It was around 14 degrees but the heat of the sun and a few kilometers of walking helped. It was already 7:46, I checked my phone, and saw that he had texted.
“I’m sorry, I woke up late than planned, are you still cool to meet up?”
It wasn’t 8 yet so, yeah sure.
“How long do you need?” I asked.
“I’m already preparing now. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
And so the date is still on.
I went another lap around the village and headed straight to the meetup place which was just around the corner. There was some Mexicans smoking pot in front of Jack in the box. I went past them and the only open store was 7-eleven. I texted him,
“Bilisan mo”
I suddenly felt afraid, being alone in a foreign land but in just a few seconds, a white Mitsubishi Lancer pulled over, and there he was, looking like he was in the middle of summer with his shirt and jersey shorts while I was freezing with my long sleeves on and a windbreaker.
“Breakfast or drive?” he asked.
“Drive.” I smiled and he opened the driver’s side.
It was funny that he started scrambling and tossing all the stuff on the passenger seat to the back. At least, I know he hasn’t had any passengers lately, let alone a girl he usually drives around. A good thing perhaps?
My eyes were sharp, the observer in me I guess. His iPhone charger was there, a jacket, and a few boxes. I also noticed the seat covers that may need a little washing but it wasn’t so bad though. I have to stop being too critical. As I fastened my seatbelt, all my senses came into play.
I could smell him, the scent of soap and a hint of mouthwash like I knew he was in a rush to get here. I was also freezing, not from the temperature but from the anxiety of being with someone for the first time in a foreign country. But there was something inside me that felt so comfortable.
“Don’t kidnap me,” Is all I could say.
He handed me his ID and laughed, “you can have all the details you want. For all I know, you may have me followed already.”
I can tell we were both nervous but we went anyways. I had a curfew, I had to be home by 10 in the morning and I can see him thinking of a good place to take me. We started driving around, passing by lights, the freeway, and then straight up a neighborhood with an amazing view of the California skyline in the morning. It was magnificent! The wind was cold, the music was nice and everything felt perfect. I felt- at home.
I was smiling the entire ride and even though it was a short while, I was content. We parked at the jump-off point of Etiwanda Preserve and just stared into the vastness of the State. It was simple, yet surreal. We didn’t have enough time to hike so we both agreed to return some other time, that is if I find a time from my busy schedule.
He let me drive back and boy was I so giddy. Hell, do I care if I looked like a kid? It was freedom! He would let me choose roads to take with the assurance that he will lead me back.
“Souvenir.” He said when we pulled over, handing me a casino chip, sitting on his cup holder near the gear, as a memento. I raised an eyebrow.
“Whaat?” He asked,
I kept quiet and held it tight. I was thinking about whether to tease him if this is how he gets girls but I just zipped my mouth. I don’t really care. This moment is mine alone, regardless if this is his thing or not, it doesn’t really affect me.
When we arrived back home, I wanted more but I know that the ball was in my court to decide.
I asked for a hug and this was a surprise for me too. I have never warmed up to anyone this fast EVER. But with him, it just felt right. It was nothing romantic, nothing fancy, just a grateful hug but it was one of the best hugs I have had for so long.
As I walk back to the house, I never wanted this to end but I was too coward to even ask so I just sent him a thank you message and be grateful for the short but sweet experience.
“I want to see you again,” he said, “What’s your full week itinerary?”
And I want to, so badly.
And I gave in. I made time. I had plans the next day but the morning of the day after seems free. In just a few hours, I was able to fix my schedule and allot the entire morning of Wednesday for him.
I was excited to see him and Tuesday went by so quickly. By Wednesday morning, at around 7, he was there shooting hoops in the village’s court.
“You live here?” I teased knowing it was a gated community and he’s from a few blocks away.
“The gate’s open and you live here.” He shrugged and threw another ball.
He greeted me with a friendly hug and we both went inside the car.
“So what’s the curfew this time?” He asked,
“12 noon, I have to be home,” I said.
“Okay Cinderella, let’s go.” And so we did.
We went back to Etiwanda and finally did the hike. It was a foggy morning which I don’t really mind except for the fact that my jacket doesn’t have pockets so I had to tuck my freezing fingers in my pits to warm them up. Everything was beautiful despite the gloomy and foggy weather. The bushes looked man-made like the ones I’ve seen in the movies. There was a gazebo a few meters away from the jump-off point. We were all set to see the waterfalls but as we got higher, it started drizzling, and at this point, I couldn’t afford to get sick for I’m going back home this Friday.
“I think it’s going to rain.” I kept looking around.
“It doesn’t really rain that much here. It’s just gonna be foggy.” He was sure of it.
“You know, I’m usually right,” I said with conviction.
He laughed. I know he knows what he’s saying considering he’s the local here but my intuition is quite accurate and I’ve never really been wrong with these things but then again, there’s always a first time right?
I fought it through, I really wanted to complete the hike but as we went higher, my hair was getting wet and it started pouring, with every pant I take, there was fog.
“We have to go back.” I finally said.
He was sad and I was too. We were almost there, just a little bit more but that’s it. The hike down was faster and we both wanted more.
“Let’s go to Big Bear.” He said looking at his watch as he started the engine.
It was teamwork, he handed me his phone and let me run through the navigation. The trip takes about an hour, if we drive fast, we might just actually make it in time for my curfew.
“I’ll make that 45.” and the engine roared.
“Just don’t kill me.” I was serious.
He laughed, “I’ve never driven this carefully my entire life.”
We took the freeway, passed by his workplace, and exchanged stories. It was actually a pretty decent ride until we started up the winding road of City Creek, past Running Springs and then that’s when everything went magical. Words weren’t enough to describe how beautiful the drive was. I felt like I was in a movie.
This day couldn’t get any better so I thought but Lakeview was ready to show off.
We were in heaven for being literally on top of the clouds. Imagine your usual airplane view but only this time, you could actually touch the clouds. It was literally the best day ever.
That moment was pure bliss and that’s all I could say. We stayed there for a good 5 minutes then continued the trip to Big Bear. We circled down the lake which was absolutely gorgeous. The mountain ranges with bits of snow on top and the lake reflecting the clear blue sky, the trees, the roads, EVERYTHING! We were just cruising and simmering everything nature has to offer and I have never felt sated in my entire life.
I was on cloud nine by the time the morning ended and I hated that this has to end. Now for sure, this is the last time we will be seeing each other and so for the last time, that one final hug. We started saying our goodbyes It was bittersweet, we knew both that this thing was once in a lifetime opportunity.
My heart sank as I watch him drive away. That night, I was tossing and turning thinking about all that I’d seen and experienced. Never in a million years had I ever thought to meet someone who is so much like me in all aspects let alone meet them in another country, continents away.
If I am to be asked what joy means, this is it. Fleeting yet magical.
Thursday was my final day before flying back home the next day and I can’t stop thinking about how grateful I was and so I sent him a text.
“Let me buy you dinner, the least I could do for everything that you’ve done for me.”
And he said yes. Talk about me being gutsy.
He picked me up that night and this time around, we were both dressed more decently than usual. He was wearing a black pullover, faded jeans, and sneakers. Jordan perhaps? Not sure. While my usual cold self is dressed in layers with my tanktop inside, a white long sleeves, and my leather beige jacket, jeans, and Doc Martens.
“Curfew?” he asked again.
“Ten.” I said.
“Got it.”
He smelled nice, that’s for sure. His perfume, I’m not sure what is it. We went to this pasta place and the night just went by. We exchanged stories. With him, there were no pretenses. I can just be me. If I was prospecting him, I would’ve judged him but whatever we have was pure, innocent, and friendship. After dinner, we drove back to Etiwanda and this time, witness the evening skyline of California.
This was when we started being more vulnerable with our stories telling all about our pains, our weaknesses, and our dreams. Maybe it’s the pasta, maybe it’s the night sky and the spring breeze or maybe it’s the goodbye that stripped us of vulnerability.
The conversations were deep, fluid, and honest, yet there was no future, not for the both of us together at least and I think that’s okay. We were living in the moment. Of whatever we have NOW.
We hugged inside the car. How long I forgot but we just sat there, hugging each other. It was already ten but we couldn’t let go but we had to.
My heart was grieving even before we arrived back home. We sat inside the car, staring at the gate, hating this moment. Before I went down, he asked,
“Can I hug you for the last time?”
I threw myself at him. I could feel how genuine everything is. He hugged me tighter. Is it too much to think that he doesn’t want to let me go?
It was never going to work out anyway. The foundation albeit magical was never enough to continue this to something more than what it is. We needed more time, to know each other to figure out what we want in life.
And that was it. The next day, I flew back home. If we’re ever to see each other again, I don’t know. I hope so.