I was on the plane in Miami, waiting to fly to meet my lover in Baltimore. As I waited I glanced through a new Cosmopolitan. I had a window seat beside two empty seats. I was looking forward to seeing G in 3 hours.
Along came two tall nice-looking suits. I am not exaggerating, they were both good-looking and dressed very well. In my previous flights I had sat beside fat men, old grannies, whatever but never anyone like this. I glanced up, then down to my open magazine.
The older man sat next to me and his younger red-haired companion sat on the aisle. I would guess the older man (I will call him B) was in his mid-forties and the younger man (I will call him J) in his early thirties. The older man said as he sat down, "Finally, I get to sit beside a beautiful woman". I tried to ignore him but it did not last long. He began asking me questions about the magazine I was reading, a very sexy issue of Cosmo, and it would have been rude not to converse at this point. Though the articles suddenly embarrassed me, I tried to act cool about it. He said he was the founder of a very large and well-known realty company (I will not say the name). The guy beside him worked for him.
He asked if he could buy me a drink and though I had never drunk alcohol on a plane, it sounded like fun so I said yes. They ordered drinks for the three of us and we continued to talk. He was married and lived just outside of DC in an upscale community. His wife had the same name as I. We talked, drank, joked for about an hour. Then came an announcement from the pilot. We would be returning to Miami because a woman on board had become ill.
After returning to Miami with a brief layover, we took off again for Baltimore. That delayed arrival by about two hours so I worried that G may no longer be there to meet me. By now J was simply reaching into the bottom of the drink cart as it went by and retrieving tiny whiskey bottles without paying for them. They kept refilling my glass as well as their own. After awhile casual conversation ended and serious bantering and begging ensued. B was adamant that I was going with him when we landed. I was laughingly saying that was not going to happen. I had told him I was meeting a boyfriend and he kept saying if he was not there, I was going with him.
He also kept saying that if G was there to meet me, that he wanted me to meet him at the Hasta in Coral Gables on December 15 at 8 PM. (This was at the end of October). He kept saying that and I kept saying, no I will not be there. He repeated it as if he did not want me to forget the time and date and said he would wait all night for me if need be. I would not agree. But we continued to banter back and forth and drink and laugh. It was the most fun I had had in a long time.
Finally the fasten seat belts sign came on and we prepared to land. More urgent begging ensued which I laughed off. Just as we landed, J gathered up the many many empties and tossed them into my large handbag. I just chuckled and zipped it up. I was a bit drunk by now. As we stood to exit, B and J grabbed my carry-on and garment bag. They were pretty sure we were leaving the airport together. I did not know at that point that we were not.
As we stood up and squeezed into the aisle, me in front flanked closely by the two men, a young female voice from behind them announced: "My name is Julie and I have been listening to you guys this entire flight. I will meet you at the Hasta in December." I glanced around along with the guys and we saw a very attractive smiling young woman. I fully expected these men to turn from me and take her up on her offer and I would not blame them. But they turned away and totally ignored her.
We continued off the plane and there right outside the door of the plane (long before all the security we have now) stood G in tan slacks, navy blue sport jacket, dress shirt open at the collar, tall, smiling, handsome, oh my Lord. I ran into his waiting arms and held on. Then B and J walked up, handed him my bags, shook his hand and walked away. No, I did not meet B at the Hasta in December. I did have a moment wondering about it on that evening but I did not go.
Note: As I found out later, G gladly shook hands and thanked the two suits outside the plane because he thought they were airline officials escorting me off. He assumed that I had been the woman who had become ill on the plane. I, of course, told him the truth and he was not all that happy, especially when I emptied my handbag of all the empty whiskey bottles after we arrived at his apartment. Remember, I was still a bit drunk. All was well though and we had a most wonderful weekend.
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