“No such luck.”
I smiled down at the scruffy-faced guy in 38H. On my way down the aisle, I’d watched him eying the window seat with high hopes. A whole row to himself for the ten-hour flight from Rome to JFK. Like I said, no such luck. He helped me heft my bag into the overhead bin and the small talk began.
He was Brad. I was Heather. He was really handsome. And I was… well, I’d been living out of a backpack for way too many weeks, and looking rough. I was not in a position to flirt, or be flirted with, so we stuck to the basics.
“Is New York your last stop?” he asked after I’d settled in.
“No, I live in Dallas,” I said.
“Me, too. Where in Dallas?”
“North Dallas,” I said.
“Me, too! Where?”
“The Village…”
“Me, too!”
In the end, we figured out that Handsome Brad lives across the street from me. What a coincidence! And what relief! Because now all I have to do is prance up and down the street, three or four times a day, in my favorite ass-tastic jeans, until I run into Brad. You know, to prove that I do wash my hair and own clean clothes.
And then it’s gonna be game on.
So I came home today after a client gave me a complete run…a…round (mentally, timewise and mileage for cripessake!) and discoverd that the song is accurate…crayons do melt in the dryer! But the oh-so-giving interweb has given me many creative options for clearing that particular troublesome condition from my life. And after one deeeep,loooong sigh and putting my 7 year old to bed…I… the single, self-proclaimed, mostly-super-mom decided to check to see if my favorite blogger had posted something new…anything…for me to grin about about before giving up on this strange day. And true to form. You. As you always do. Have. Thank you. Whatever “they” pay you is not enough.
Nice! For as often as I fly, I always hope for a “meet cute” story like this. Sadly the best one I ever got was a six year old reading me chapters out of her homework book.
You guys didn’t exchange email addresses or cards?? How frustrating! I met a very cute man on my way back from Costa Rica this summer (Him = cute, me = trekking thru jungle for days and days, so not cute), but we fortunately exchanged cards as we deplaned…
Woohoo – I’ll second the game on strategic plan.
Can’t way to hear the details!
I used to travel weekly for work, at least 3 times a month. But I was the aloof woman with my sunglasses on and my head in a book. I know that’s part of my problem, but then I never sat next to anyone that was ever worth putting the book aside for. They were always pretty gross and yucky.
I’m going to Dallas in January. Here’s to hoping for a Brad
how exciting is that…at least you have a pair of ass-tastic jeans & know how to work them!
It’s like that Liza Minneli song “Ring Them Bells”! Here’s the lyrics:
http://www.lyrics-top.com/240954-94228/ring-them-bells/liza-minnelli.html
Game on? Oh, I can’t wait!
Always good to have a hot little distraction come along just when you need it. Good luck.
Oh. My. God. I have only one word, Fate. I tell you, it was Fate! What else could it have been? Coincidence? I…think….not.
good luck & keep us all posted! Yea! I swear I can detect romance from over here in St. Louis, MO!
I always wanted to meet someone special on a plane. Good luck with HB.
“Ass-tastic” = Fant-ass-tic. Well, I guess it actually = “ass-tastic.” In any case, my new favorite phrase.
Work it, girl.
OMG, he lives accross the street and you met in ROME? That’s the cutest meet cute EVER!
Can’t wait to hear how this goes. Your life is just really fun for me.
Wow, what a great story. Don’t you just love when life gives you a present like Handsome Brad? Kinda makes up for those occasional crappy days, huh? This is one of those stories that gives you perma-smile–you know, when you can’t stop smiling all day? Because you can’t stop thinking about how CUTE it all is! Good luck–here’s hoping the plan works!
Why do I think Brad is looking in his closet for his most pecs-tastic t-shirt to wear when he “accidentally” runs into you?
I just found this blog and absolutely heart it. Just thought I should share.
So jealous of this story! Every time I get on a plane, I hope for a cute neighbor. Alas, my flight this weekend had me seated amidst The Loud, Weird, Super Religious Family from Alaska. “One of these things doesn’t belong here…”
God, is there ANYTHING better than a coincidence with a new sexy man?
Wow, Fish! That is too cool to hear! (I love those type of moments.) Kudos!! Work-it baby…
lol
Too bad you aren’t living in Austin, or I would have thought that “Handsome Brad” was “Bachelor Brad”……. Enjoy the game!!
asstastic. Love. It.
(wish I could pull it off, but alas…..)
(or that someone else would pull them off….still alas….)
Wahoo! Never had anything like that happen to me…yet. Here’s to hopin’! Looking forward to that post detailing the “accidental” run-in…prance away, lady!
ooohhh… i sense a “to-be-continued” *wink*
No way!!! What an unbelievable coincidence. And he’s cute too? Damn, I wish I had your luck. : ) Go forth and attack him!!
I wimped out on my one and only opportunity to have that great ‘met a hot guy at the airport’ story. I hope you run into him soon so we can live vicariously!
How do I get some of these asstastic jeans? And what about an asstastic dress while your about it?
I’ve heard that boys don’t actually care about the jeans because they can tell when the ass is “tastic” regardless of pants. Besides, he probably thought you were fantastic at first sight
I love the concept of “ass-tastic” jeans, every woman should own a pair!
Fish,
I have a Brad–best investment EVER!!
Best of luck with this one!
A friend of mine went to Switzerland after college graduation and met a guy who had also graduated from the exact same college (in GA) while waiting in line at a youth hostel. Long story short, they’ve been married happily for the last three years.
Not trying to marry you off… just like to tell that story whenever coincidence in romance comes up! Go get him!
Isn’t your front door jamb sticking a tad? I think the hinges need so WD-40(not a pun). And look, what’s this? Sandwiches! Sub sandwiches, and my hair dryer knocked out all the power when you dropped it in the toilet. After our candle-lit sub sammich diner, you’re going to have to go to Target. What’s that, Brad? You need paper towels. They have those at Target. What’s that? you want to maul each other like bears in the parking lot?
Fish, I bet if he was talking to you that much, he was already interested, regardless of your jeans. At least he’s seen you looking rough, it’s only uphill from here! Best of luck, you deserve it!
BRAD. is such a hot name. I smell a hot whirl of an affair coming on!
Brad. B-rad. Bradley. Big Bad Brad. Love the name. Keep us posted!
Mike, you’re a ham.
Heather, you reel that fish in with all your might. And if it takes a little WD-40 and some sammiches, so be it. But I’d be willing to bet he saw your greatness shining through all that end-of-trip wariness. Here’s hoping he’s the catch you are. (Geez, the fishing puns, they’re bad!)
geez girl do u sneak over there at night to? =)
that is awesome! Wanna hear more on handsome brad!