Comments on: People have interesting stories

By: A

Mon, 24 Sep 2012 02:21:55 +0000

kind of everything. All the time I kept thinking that I wished I wasn’t going to meet The Boyfriend With Issues because this guy and I, who’d just met, were clicking so well. I wish the flight had been to the Orient but alas we landed too soon. We were now caught in That Awkward Moment you mentioned above (do you swap numbers, say nice meeting you, or WHAT!!–and everyone around you knows you liked each other a lot…), and neither of us knew what to do. I just grabbed my bag and stood up without saying another word. Better to maintain my dignity. Ha! (Who’d have ever remembered me asking for an email anyway?) He had a bit more courage. As we paraded down the aisle, he shook my hand and said, “Did I ever tell you my name?” Matter of fact, we had talked the whole flight without mentioning names! Well, he told me and we both took off for our connections. I happened to see him at his next gate, and he smiled and waved. He was boarding so it would have REALLY been awkward to rush up and mention that I really wanted to talk again., here’s my number, blahblahblah. But I saw in his eyes what I was feeling, which was wow, what happened? And his eyes looked as sad as mine must have been. I never forgot his name and since we live fairly close, I’ve always hoped we’d meet again. And yeah, there’s a lesson here for anyone meeting The Perfect Individual while airborne. You do have options! Grab a drink napkin or the Boeing escape instruction card. (No worries. Everyone knows where the exits are anyway and no one needs pictures to use the chutes). Write your cell or email down and quietly hand it to your new friend. If you forget, then definitely make yourself a temporary idiot and exchange some sort of code as you de-plane. I’m still kicking myself because he was the nicest guy in the world.

By: Anne

Anne — Mon, 24 Sep 2012 02:19:14 +0000

By: Anne

Anne — Mon, 24 Sep 2012 01:52:51 +0000

Hi Anjelah
First of all, I just became a fan, but that’s not your fault! I don’t watch much TV but I was told to check out Bon QuiQui on YouTube, and the rest is history. I’m a Christian too so that made me admire you even more! Da plane, da plane….yeah, I have a story. I travel a lot and normally have a pattern. I put my plane pillow around my neck (resembles a soft pink toilet seat), cover my face with a scarf, and promptly fall asleep. I normally don’t talk to past the, “Hi, I think you have the window, NOT ME” thing. Anyway, so I was traveling to see my then-boyfriend in another city. We’d been having problems, and I sort of knew he wasn’t The One but we were still together so off I flew. A very boyish-looking guy had sat down next to me and said hi but I was already wrapped in my traveling toilet seat so I simply said hi. I don’t know how it got started but he started one of those plane chats. It was so goofy but within 15 minutes, we were talking and laughing (I have a quirky sense of humor and so did he) about everything from our mutual college majors to our parents to