- A ‘love Story, Part 1: Love with a Capital L
- A ‘love’ Story, Part 2: My List of Fatal Flaws
- A “love’ Story, Part 3: The Inevitable Flaw
- A ‘love’ Story, Part 4: OK, Funny Is Good
I hope you’ll read them first.
Sometimes a Woman’s Gotta Do What a Woman’s Gotta Do
The plane landed and we gathered up our stuff, retrieved our carry-on bags from the overhead, and headed into the terminal at Logan Airport. And the end of the jetway, we did the “nice to meet you, have a good night” thing you have probably done scores of times in your life, especially if you travel on business. And then we each headed through the terminal toward the street, he obliviously and I with great disappointment.
We walked side-by-side for a while, apparently going in the same general direction.
Oh, what the hell. “Hold on a minute,” I said to him. I reached into my jacket pocket and retrieved the business card I had put there (just in case, you know). I handed it to him, and said “Call me!”
He paled a little, and said, oh, so eloquently, “Uh, okay.”
Then we smiled at each other sort of politely, the way you do in a awkward moment, and continued on our way.
When we reached the curb outside the terminal, it became obvious we were parked in the same lot at the airport. We were both waiting at the Park N Fly pick-up spot. We laughed at the coincidence. He set down his bag, and rummaged through his briefcase. He came up with a business card of his own, and handed it to me. Well, to be honest, he sort of thrust it at me. “Here.”
Then we climbed aboard the shuttle bus and rode in slightly nervous silence to the parking lot and our cars. We said goodbye again, promised to talk soon, and went to our separate ways. As I head out of the lot toward the Sumner Tunnel, I thought myself, well, nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Totally forgetting I was sick, I drove home smiling and wondering when I’d hear from him.
– to be continued –
Tune in tomorrow. Same time, same channel.