So I’m just going to say it… I’m a bit of a world traveler. I am from Vancouver, go to school in the states, my mom lives on the other side of Canada, my dad sometimes lives in Europe… Basically I’m a nomad and I know my way around an airport preeeeetttty well. So, naturally, this story takes place on one of my many travels.
Once upon a random day I was visiting my mom, and heading back to Vancouver. I was on an early morning (like really early, like I-don’t-think-I’ve-ever-seen-that-time-of-day-before early) and as usual travelers were cranky, airport staff was cranky, people were tired and wishing they weren’t about to board a germ filled plane with a hundred other cranky people. The world around me wasn’t looking so bright and shiny, but I was my usual happy self. I boarded the “aircraft” (as the steward kept referring to it as) and am sitting in my seat in the aisle (just typed that aizle by accident… Gangster version… obvs) and am the first on in my row. What else are you going to do but sit there and look and each person boarding and wonder if they are going to be your Siamese twin for the next bunch of hours… “Please not you… please not you… please not you… Oh god, please REALLY not you!” I think to myself as contestant after contestant walks by. After about 5 minutes of this, I’m still on my onesies… and am starting to get a) excited about because that means I don’t have to be a Siamese twin with a stranger, and b) am getting bored of saying “please not you” close to a hundred times, which tends to happen when you have the attention span of a goldfish. So I pull out my phone and start fiddling (in case you were wondering, it is still safe to use my phone at this point because we hadn’t left yet… in case you were thinking, “Oh god this idiot is using her phone on a plane.. ahem aircraft… What a Re-Re).
Texting away, I suddenly hear, “… uh excuse me, I think I’m sitting beside you.” Insert jaw drop here. Before me is probably one of the most attractive men I have ever seen. And he just TALKED TO ME AND IS SITTING BESIDE ME! OMFG. I quickly (actually probably not that quickly) compose myself and get out of his way so he can snake in and immediately we start chatting. “Good morning, how are you?”, “Can you believe all the cranky people in the airport?!” (good, so it wasn’t just me), and so on. Then we get to talking about how we are sitting behind the emergency exit row, which is the best because those seats don’t recline. WIN!... or so we thought. At that moment, the steward goes up to the emergency row peeps and makes sure all patrons are “willing and able” (my favourite line on an airplane because uhhhh NO IM NOT WILLING FOR THE PLANE TO GO DOWN ASS HOLE!!!! But that’s just me.) Unfortunately, there was a kid in the emergency row with his mom, who was under 10 and therefore cannot sit in that row, so the steward says he’s going to have to move them, and turns to look for people to switch with the mom and son. At which point I IMMEDIATELY put my head down, because I always get picked for that stuff… but sure enough hotty beside me looks right at the steward, who then goes, “are you two together?” referring to me and Hotty McHotterson… (uhhhmmmm I WISHHH, I say in my head… at least I hope in my head). We look at each other and unison and go “no.” but the steward disregards this and asks us to move anyway.
EFF. Now we have the seats that don’t recline. But HA jokes on me, because they do, and I get very excited.
The entire plan ride, except for a brief interruption of a nap (because again it was like the CRACK of dawn) we talked and learned about each other. About an hour before landing he asks, “so… what are you doing today?” I reply, “uh. Nothing” (cause I’m a loser). Him: “want to get breakfast?” Me: YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES DATE DATE DATE DATE DATE DATE DATE – in my head—“yeah, that would be cool I guess” –to him—.
And so we went on a breakfast date. And he was the perfect gentleman. And that is where I learned the most exciting part about him. He is a Detective. YES a Detective. In the Serious Crimes unit. For the amount of CSI (Las Vegas, Miami, and New York), Castle, Rookie Blue, The Mentalist and EVERY OTHER COP DRAMA THERE IS (ahem… Cops), this is VERY exciting news for me… AKA like my life dream… A date with a detective.
The end.
