I have to begin this posting by saying that this story certainly makes me laugh at myself. Hopefully, whoever is reading this will get a kick out of it as well. :)
Background knowledge: First of all, you need to know that my friends and I have talked about "types" before. You know, some girls have a "type" of guy they usually like. I always said, "well, I kind of really like jocks, but intellectual guys too (hoping for a guy who fit both)..but I don't really have a type." By the end of this posting, it should be clear that I DO have a "type". Secondly, sometimes, I wonder if something is wrong with me (see previous postings)...not just because I have trouble dating but because I just don't meet too many guys that strike my fancy, so to speak. Rarely do I see a guy and go, "Oh, he's attractive" and even less often do I find someone I can carry on an enjoyable conversation with. Again, by the end of this posting, I will have surmised (although friends have validated) that there is nothing wrong with me but it might be more clear than ever that I'm in the wrong place.
This past weekend, I went to visit my dear bestie/sister (not really my sister but we look alike and act alike so it's a fair declaration). It was a wonderful vacation and made me feel so blessed and relaxed. I got into Arizona on Friday and of course, my bestie and I begin shopping. We were looking for new handbags and scoured the stores. I immediately find three that I fall in love with...guys are a complicated story but handbags always win my heart (j/k...but kind of true). Anyway, I don't buy one as I can't make up my mind of which I need most. I decide to walk away and think on my decision.
Saturday night, I have a wonderfully splendid dream that tells me which handbag to purchase. In my dream, I am boarding my flight back home, which is on Monday morning. I am dressed really cute (because of course I dress cute on normal days...for those who don't know, I'm a t-shirt and jeans kind of girl) and I am carrying one of the handbags I saw the day before. I get on the plane and am blessed with a middle seat (sarcasm). I sit down next to an incredibly handsome young man. He sees my handbag and compliments me on it, initiating conversation. We talk throughout the next two and half hour flight and as luck would have it, he lives in Austin! (Clearly, it's my dream and I can do what I want.) Long story short, we live "happily ever after" or whatever it is people do.
I wake up the next morning and declare to my bestie that I MUST have the handbag as I relay my dream. She agrees and we go purchase the bag. Now, it's Monday morning. I decide not to carry the bag as my purse (I don't want it to get dirty on the plane...logically), but I do carry it in a shopping bag with a few other items so it is safe (and clean).
Anyway, I board the plane and you guessed it, middle sit. I see my row and no one is in it. "Great," I think, "I'm just going to have to move when the person in the window seat gets here." I sit and patiently wait, secretly hoping a cute guy will sit beside me. As I'm watching people walk by, I see a guy walking down the aisle who is actually really cute (It should be known that this is saying something on my part...like I said, rarely do I think a guy is really attractive...aside from Leo DiCaprio of course). And, you guessed it again, he is Mr. Window Seat. Score!
We don't say anything to each other for the first 15ish minutes of the flight. I am reading my stats textbook (exciting stuff) and he is looking out the window. After a while, I look up to stretch my neck after hunching over the dang book and look out the window. He then initiates conversation, "interesting topic, huh?". There is sarcasm in his voice (huge plus for him). From then on, we talk. That's like two hours talking to a really cute stranger. Cool. Added bonus, he can carry on an intellectual conversation. I learn that he is a recent college grad, my age and competes in decathlons while working as a personal trainer. Not bad...and of course he's my type (smart, can carry on an intelligent conversation and really athletic). We talk about education, statistics, running, college, international topics, etc. Seriously, I haven't had such a good time talking to a guy in a long time (no offense to anyone out there, just truth).
As our plane gets ready for landing, I bring up the inevitable question. "So, are you staying in Dallas or going on?" His answer, "to Ottawa". He then pulls out the airplane magazine and we start looking at the map. He shows me where Ottawa is and tells me where he is going in the next few months for competitions. I show him where I am from and where I am going. "So, you are visiting Canada?" I ask..."Home". Bummer...I would meet a cute, nice guy who lives really far away. Haha. I guess it makes for a fun story though...
Anyway, as soon as I get off the flight and to my next plane, I call my bestie to inform her of my luck. The handbag worked!...sorta. She laughed and we agreed the handbag is probably lucky.
Lessons learned: 1. Never doubt the power of a great purse. 2. I definitely have a type...athletic, cute and smart. 3. I really need to move and maybe my luck will change. 4. Unless, I can find a cute, smart, athletic guy close to home (but I'm not crossing my fingers).
:)
