It's funny when i think about the times where i actually want to talk to people on plane flights and then of course I'm as quiet as a corpse with the people that sit down around me. But then there's those times when I don't even think about who I'm going to sit next to and what i should talk about because I’m just doing my own thing, completely unaware of the world that's taking place around me. Here I have this pretty empty flight where I'm actually looking forward to having a row to my self where I can catch a few Z's.... And then there's that young college grad in dark denim, a pullover sweater and sperry's that asks me if the end seat by me is taken. Of course it's not, because if it was someone would already be sitting in it.
I find it literally hilarious that people ask such weird questions that have undoubtedly obvious answers. Right off the bat this guy has already made me laugh inside. Let me finish the picture I have begun in your mind by saying that the black ray banz glasses not only compliment his almond eyes but they bring out the "I'm cute and stylish in a nerdy kind of smart way". So much evaluation from less than a minute of interaction. Oral communication really isn't needed in this instance. I'm already thinking "okay so he must of graduated or he wouldn't look so good and judging by the computer backpack and smartphone that he has he must have a solid job that pays the bills and for his sperry's he's currently wearing. Now this next part I'm only thinking to inflate myself. I'll just be honest here...cause honesty is the best policy. No need to lie to myself. The thought may have crossed my exhausted mind that he asked to sit in the same row as me because he thinks I'm cute and my stand offish body language all throughout the airport may come off as a lingering mystery to him.
But this could go two ways.
Option b is that he could be thinking alright I'll go sit next to lonely girl with her face in a book cause ‘she"ll be quiet and won't bug me.’
I mean that's equally valid too.
At this point it's not established enough to know which it is.
With it being valentines day and all, the airlines of course offers a complimentary valentines day card that of course are the rejects from the year before. You know it's bad when the card is pepto-pink and there's two kitty-cats on the front. I mean good grief that card is screaming "someone please just use me like a street corner! I can't get stuck in that box anymore!". It’s a sad case.
I of course don't take one, and of course he does. Hmm, what does this say about him? Yup still haven't figured that out yet. However, he then says to me: "I'm surprised you didn't take one "
I just smiled and honestly had nothing to say... He goes on "you know for like your mom or something". "well I have already sent my mom a card so that's why..." I have a genuine smile because his accent, it's just funny. It's not hick or really thick, but I don't know it's simply just cute and reminds of a classic Ralph Lauren southern kind of guy that his mama has raised up well.
I'm sitting here with my book open and highlighter in hand. I mean business and with my pashmina and fur sweater Im saying i could care less about smokey the bear if he makes me a pretty coat. I look comfortable but I'm also saying I dare you to try and talk to me. I'm a woman of few words when it comes to plane flights amongst the strangers. It's almost as if my goal is to see if someone will actually try and hold a conversation with me amidst my intimidation factor. It's seems as if it’s always the seemingly nice, put together boy that takes a stab at me.
Well he did and it worked. He's officially impressed me with his "I don't take no for an answer" attitude.
I mean really how many things can you talk about when a stubborn level headed girl is only responding and not digging for something else to ask in order to continue carrying on a conversation? I'm quite comfortable with the dying off of a conversation because looky here, my book is yelling at me saying I have 30 more pages to read and take notes on, so by all means, please be boring.
Quite frankly I’m tired today and find it entertaining to watch him scrounge around for things to say. Its cruel but not unusual punishment. It's purely comical. I see my life as a movie and these types of scenes always make me laugh when I rewind and then play them in my head.
My smile says that you are worth smiling at and I think you're funny In a cute kind of smart way. To me, a guy really does not have to be that impressive in the "check out my six-pack department" but if he can make me do more than a pity laugh I promis I can find lots of things attractive about him. Make me laugh and you've won me...but just partially. I will now 'partially' pay attention to you. If I could italicize that then i would.
How many things can you honestly comment on without making it completely obvious that you want to talk? Well lets see....
1. ‘Did you know the new iphone5 is coming out this summer?’
Really? Cause i just so happen to be an avid mac user and I get emails when new things are going to come out... Haven't received that one yet. Good try. Fail.
2. "Do you happen to know what time this flight arrives?"
No I actually don't. Why don't you pull out you're itinerary wise guy... It probably says ‘arrival time’ right on it in bolded black letters. But no, I act like I'm thinking by looking up to the ceiling while tilting my head, attractively squinting my eyes and pursing my lips... I'm really getting into making him think that I'm really trying to remember. But i don't know! So I then slowly say, "actually no I don't, maybe like 9?" I then put my seatbelt on and then look up and kindly tell him "they typically announce it before we take off" I mean that could of completely offended him cause i probably made him feel like somewhat of an idiot but that's not my concern. I was answering his question to the best of my ability. Your welcome.
3.what music are you listening to?
I fully hate this conversation cause it's practically the same with everybody... We can agree on genres but why even talk about bands? We never know each others local bands anyways...so what's the point?
Exactly. You just agreed with me as you read that. I'm right. However there are exceptions. Sometimes the music talk is really a sha-bang conversation. That's rare though.
This was a sha-bang.
Really. It's no lie.
He asked, I agreed-then asked, he answered with all the 'right' answers. (that's another italicize) same music interests. That's rare cause I'm a weirdo when it comes to my souls taste in what it likes.
So that was a win.
But this is where he really went wrong...
4.'those are big boots'
Um...would you like to rewind the past 5 seconds and rephrase that question? Or maybe just dont say anything at all cause you just said some thing that you apparently know nothing about. I wear a 7.5 in women's you ding head! I have small feet!! The average women's shoe size is a 9, so you very apparently are dumb and I kind of don't like you now. I was giving you a solid chance but you offended me and now I'm simply done with you. Ipod on and headphones in with the "my eyes are closed don't bother me" expression.
One of my 'go-to' favorites.
Embarrassingly enough it didn't help when I spilt my complimentary beverage all on my lap. I blew it off pretty nicely I might add and he was sweet enough to hit the call button and ask me if I would like some more water. I mean really that was sweet. So ehh yeah still kind of offended about the boot comment.
Back to being stand offish and doing my own thing. Things are back into where they should rightfully be placed.
Blissfully lonely and now im writing about it. Ahh the life...sarcasm sensed? Good.
One last bit...
5."this is the longest flight everrr"
Okay stop it im dying laughing inside.
Win.
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