It was a year ago, travelling to Barcelona by plane.
Takes four hours.
And as it was, perhaps, the best four hours I have spent in a plane. (Actually the best four hours - but perhaps not the best time I’ve have had in plane – but that’s a different story (and not that naughty, mind you)).
And why is that?
The usual reason (for me, at least), there was a girl sitting next to me. Or actually, not a girl, few years older than yours truly.
We actually chatted the whole way. She was a total stranger - perhaps this was a match made in heaven?
Hmmph, perhaps.
She was going to Spain, was studying to be a florist. Not my cup of tea but then who am I to judge?
Anyway.
She reminded me of miss Red. About the same height, same build (read: long legs, somehow sporty, nice looking).
And nice it was, chatting, telling little jokes and stories.
She had worked as volunteer at the same event as I a few months earlier, had done this and that. Had made a smallish decision and turned everything around; from stewardess to florist.
Was pretty impressed. (What about? Everything.)
Then the plane landed. She sat on the aisle seat, I closer to the window.
We shook hands, almost hugged.
I was tempted to ask her phone number.
Didn’t do it, obviously.
She stood up, said goodbyes and left.
I remained seated for a while. Stood up, took my belongings, went out.
Saw her at the terminal.
Did I just tap her shoulder and say “hi, I’d like to know you better”?
No, obviously not.
Stupid of me?
Stupid of me.
Now, looking back to that moment…
… I can only say that one gets what one deserves.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Stupid is what stupid does.
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