Flying Together

I thought to myself, "this flight just got a whole lot better," as she sat there and fiddled around with the airline magazines in front of her.

After the flight attendant did her safety thing, the girl and I both got to talking about how boring we thought these flights were. She promised me that she'd try and be an entertaining seat partner and, again, flashed me that killer smile, but it was accompanied by a wink this time.

Encouraged, we continued our conversation as the plane took off. Through the din of the engine and wind, I found out that she also lived in the city (a new resident), and that she was just getting back to her job from a vacation with her sister, who had evidently just had a baby girl. She was close to her sister; I could tell that they had helped each other out through some hard times and were a very tight duo. She mentioned something about how her sister helped her become the woman she was today, which I assumed meant that she had helped her out with her career. (I found out later that I was completely wrong)

We both discussed how we felt alone sometimes in the big, sprawling city, and that neither of us seemed to fit in at the bar scenes where young singles like ourselves usually met each other. We were a couple of misfits, as she called us, and she took great delight in it as she had newly moved into the city and had found someone that seemed to share the same interests and passions she did. I thought it was nice too, and felt a connection with her that I rarely felt with other women that I had met or even dated before.

Eventually, both of us tired a couple of hours into the flight, we decided to take catnaps before arriving in the city. She fell asleep first, and began to slide over towards me as the armrest had been put up prior to the flight by earlier passengers. She eventually came to a rest with her head on my shoulder, and by that time I was so tired and half-asleep myself that I almost had no idea what was going on – I was in a daze, something between being entranced by her smile and her eyes and being partially asleep. All I remembered was waking up to the flight intercom with my arm around her waist and her head nestled up against my shoulder.