Wednesday, July 14, 2010
World's Shortest Relationship
Upon arrival in Atlanta, those of us not rushing to connecting flights to other destinations were asked to hold back in our seats and let those frantic passengers disembark ahead of us. I sprawled out a bit, relaxing for the first time in hours, even staying a bit longer than necessary, figuring that late is still late and I'd rather sit and watch others unnecessarily scurry to leave than stand in line. As we Atlanta-bound travelers finally started making our way to the door, I collected my things and looked up to catch the gaze of my favorite fellow flier once again. He was looking at me intently this time, almost as if he was trying to remember if we knew each other. I did that girly thing, honestly without intention, where I looked at him, looked away quickly, then looked back and grinned. He grinned back, but kept moving in the line. Without saying one word.
As I deboarded, leaving behind the plane and my fantasies, I thought that, if given the chance once inside the airport, I would most definitely say hello to this guy who most definitely was not wearing a wedding band. (I know that it's amazing that I was able to notice that particular characteristic in such a short period of acquaintance, but I'm a professional, people.) He seemed to be traveling alone and wearing business meeting type clothing, but they were disheveled, probably revealing that his work was done and he was heading home. Maybe Atlanta was his final destination...? Maybe he's out there in this city of Singletons pondering how to find the girl on Delta Flight 1620 from Minneapolis to Atlanta. I'm here...possibly right down the road, wishing fate had dealt us different cards or I'd been brave enough to just say one little word that starts every great story of two people: "Hello."
Sidenote: Once my phone had rebooted from it's four-hour airline enforced respite, I noticed an email from Mr. Too Many Words. He said, in his oh-so-eloquent way, "So, you want to meet me? Where?" This guy makes me tired already, and I haven't even laid eyes on him. He did include that his delay in response was due to the fact that he was in Disney World for the week. Oddly enough, Mr. Mardi Gras also just returned from the same exotic and adult location. Hmmm...strange pattern/coincidence?
P.S. Watch tomorrow for the first ever Lost in Singledom Guest Post!