I've always dreamed of the day to have this weird feeling. Ok, it's really not what you think. I didn't finally get a boyfriend or engaged....since being engaged requires having a boyfriend. I met someone on a plane. Usually when I fly alone, I always am stuck next to the smelly beef jerky type of business dudes...or people that just really aren't fun.
Back in the good ole '04 (circa, at least...) when AIM profiles were a thing, I was the girl sitting behind my screen envying the people who made stupid inside jokes with friends they met on vacations and couldn't wait to come home to upload their dumb quotes. Chances are, the friends they made wouldn't even see it. Does anyone else see that thrown of lies? I also watched my mom have the ability to pull a rico suavè and start up a conversation with anyone.
On my flight home from Boston, I was waiting for the sacred 4th zone to be called to board. You know the zone filled with single 20 somethings, randoms, and also your smelly beef jerky dudes. It's also the zone thats like, the cheapest because who the eff wants to voluntarily sit in the back? Right...me neither. So like I was saying, I was looking at this girl (judging her, oops) and listened to her say words along the lines of "SPRING BREAK...OMG HAVE FUN", so I judged her because I think I'm too mature for my own good. Right wrong.
Betch hit me with her big ass vera bradley. Not cool. I shook it off, kept walking. Sat down at my seat, pulled up instagram to see how many likes I received, and of course, I saw what I thought would be my worst nightmare saying "Sorry, I'm sitting next to you".
I wanted to make conversation. I've always wanted a plane friend. (I'm weird, I get it...) After watching her awkwardly avoid me and study her 'Organic Chem For Dummies', I finally decided to let my awkwardness surround her. Sorry not sorry. It ended up, she was a freshman in college, at a college my friends go to. We talked about how much college professors suck, to how my life is a crazy mess. She probably judged.
But the greatest part? I was able to spill my entire life to a stranger (in about an hour..oops) and the crazy yet beautiful part is that I'll never see her again. Yet, now she has a story to tell during sorority recruitment, during the next time she's about to get a boyfriend, and probably when she and her friends are gossiping about strange things they've encountered when slapping down a good ole J in Kings (Never have I ever, obv).
Maybe this makes no sense, but it's the stupidest thing ever on my bucket list and I'm happy I achieved it. The little damn things in life make you basically the most sentimental. Now give me a hug, I'm basically a build a bear filled with emotion. Don't squeeze me though.
