You: A tall handsome man that was flying back to LaGuardia airport from San Francisco via Houston. Dark hair, five oclock shadow, sexy sexy smile.
Me: A 26 year old red head, blue shirt, jeans, flats and a cute giggle.
We met in the plane and you kept coyly looking over at me and I giggled and we started talking. Throughout the entire conversation I felt there was something between us that was very strong, a real connection. You made a joke about Voltaire. I laughed.
When we got off the plane we parted ways and I was sad. But then you ran back and you got my number and you called me the next day and we're going out tonight.
I'm excited.
So is the point of this just to brag? I don't get it...