christian lindeman

Pilot, American Airlines. 30 yrs old.

[handsome-aviator]

Hello! This is the anon who asked if anyone had a wanted connection with a Blake Lively FC. Were you interested in plotting?

Yeees! Do you have anything specific in mind?

[opheiaxpierce-deactivated202311]

“I guess it wouldn’t be so bad-as long as it’s not rocky. My stomach isn’t too good with the whole rolling waves type thing. So then are you uh new to around here or…” Sam said trying to make conversation.

[handsome-aviator]

That was probably more information than what he was interested in hearing from a complete stranger. “Oh-- no, I’ve lived here for about five years now.” He replied. “I’m Christian, by the way.” He said, offering his hand to her. 

[opheiaxpierce-deactivated202311]

“Brooklyn Heights huh?” Sam said trying to hide the condescending tone in her voice. Not everyone in that neighborhood could be a snob right? “River taxis? I guess I’ve seen them but I couldn’t think of any reason to use one-although I guess it could be fun. Have you?”

[handsome-aviator]

Ignoring her rather condescending tone, Christian looked out the front window before addressing her again. “I tried it once. It was fun,”. 

[elianderscn-blog]

“Eh, that actually might be a possibility. I’m around kids all day so I’m always picking up flus and shit, you know? Welp. Better get the DayQuil.”

[handsome-aviator]

“Exactly. You work with kids? Oh man.”

[opheiaxpierce-deactivated202311]

Sam instinctively grabbed the cab door before the man asked her where she was headed. “Oh uh-just across the river. I’m sorry about snapping at you…if that’s anywhere near where you need to get, sure hop in. It’s why cabs were made with more than one seat right?”

[handsome-aviator]

“Brooklyn? Great.” He smiled down at her and jumped in after her. “We’re headed for the Brooklyn Heights,” Christian told the driver, then leaning back in the seat. “Have you ever tried one of those river taxis?” He asked the woman seated next to him, a friendly grin upon his face.

[handsome-aviator]

Well, you're just a flirt with a capital F, aren't you?

;)

[handsome-aviator]

Have you joined the mile high club?

Hell yeah. And recreuting. Want to join me, greyface?

[handsome-aviator]

[opheiaxpierce-deactivated202311]

“Seriously?! I’ve been trying to hail a cab for the past fifteen minutes could you please take the next one?” Sam said before turning back to her phone call “Oh my god I am so sorry-no no I wasn’t talking to you. Can I call you back in five?”

[handsome-aviator]

It was in times like these Christian had wished he’d bought a car already. He was going to do that one thing after coming home from work again.”Erh-- sure, you can have it. Wait! Where are you going? Maybe we can share?”

[olliexgrey-blog]

     “Things get complicated, but I say just let it go,” Oliver’s words slurred into each other, getting more and more jumbled as he continued to ramble. He honestly couldn’t remember what he was even talking about, but if he didn’t speak up then he would just be sitting there alone with his own thoughts and he couldn’t have that. “People obsess over the stupidest things. ‘OMG my boyfriend looked at this girl’s butt,’ ‘Oh no, my Christmas card for mom didn’t get sent.’ Like just push that shit aside!” The beers were finally beginning to get to him.

[handsome-aviator]

“Tell me about it!” Christian nodded shortly after taking a sip of his beer. “Girls are way to complicated, always asking you to do all kinds of shit. And butts are nice, I want to look at them. Who doesn’t? I bet girls look at my butt all the time.”

[lcstprincessxxx]

Yeah, I was stood up. –But it wasn’t really mortifying. He was just a stupid Tinder date. If anything, I probably saved myself from living an episode of Catfish or becoming a skin suit.

[handsome-aviator]

“Stoop up? Sorry to hear that. What are you doing on Tinder anyways? I thought that was just for guys like me.” He joked.

[elianderscn-blog]

I took a three hour nap today and I’m still fucking exhausted. I’ve been walking around the kitchen and I don’t even feel like a fucking human anymore. My eyes hurt.

[handsome-aviator]

“Sure you’re not sick or anything?” 

[handsome-aviator]

He wasn’t really quite sure if leaving or coming back to the city felt best. Hanging out at the nearest bar certainly made him feel at ease. While he was there, he could just as easily try to catch someone’s interest and maybe end up having some company the next few days before he was off to work again. Taking a sip of his beer, he gazed through the bar, eyes searching for that special someone.