Sorry. This is my first post ever. Be kind.
I travel for work and I’ve been traveling for ages. Ages.
Occasionally, I catch a glimpse of a stranger and I fall deeply in love. I have types: androgynous, striking women, or extremely femme. Both sides of the spectrum. I love someone without makeup who still looks spectacular.
It was an airport. One of the biggest in the country, and I had just come off a plane from Minneapolis. There’s a lounge on one of the concourses that is just full of exhausted layoverers like me and when I’m feeling froggy instead of dead, I look for someone cute or interesting to perch near.
She fit the bill, and wasn’t giving off a vibe that said “just leave me alone until I get home.” I sat down next to her. Early 30s. Short blonde hair, green eyes, slim, white. And as soon as I sat down, I started thinking about quiet places around the airport. And the smile. Oof. As soon as she grinned at me, I was gone.
Airport and airplane acquaintances are the ultimate two-way street. You gotta like each other, otherwise it’s a dead end.