Travelling, part 1.

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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