He couldn’t believe his luck – the PYT he had been ogling while waiting for his boarding announcement was not only on the same flight, but in the seat right next to him. He checked his boarding pass again to make sure he had the seat number right and that God wasn’t playing a cruel joke on him. No, he was spot on, and he had to stop his face from widening into a smile at the thought that he had the next two hours to work his charm on her and establish some form of contact – of course, he would initially settle for some personal information but his ultimate goal was the physical kind.
He would never in a million years admit it, but a small part of his mind did think he was God’s gift to women; his drop-dead good looks and killer smile were inherited of course, but he did take credit for all the smooth talking that his silver tongue was capable of. After all, he had worked on perfecting it for the better part of two years.
They say opposites attract, but he believed in setting his sights on birds of the same feather – any woman he chased would naturally be slim, beautiful, and well-endowed in all the right places. This one was downright gorgeous, even by his high standards, and he couldn’t wait to get started.
An hour later, he was nearing desperation - the cat had got his tongue and left him a mute spectator! No, he hadn’t lost his gift of the gab, but how was a guy supposed to get fresh with a woman when she spent the whole 60 minutes crying? From the minute he turned to her to strike up a conversation, he saw the tears flowing down her face. She tried to hide them and wipe them away, but they kept up a steady flow. She closed her eyes and lay back against the seat as if to get some sleep, still the tears leaked through and ran down her face.
Unfortunately for him, for all the multiple talents his tongue possessed, he still hadn’t learned how to stop a woman’s tears – well, at least not how to stop them from morphing into an angry, stinging slap. He flinched as he recalled the time he assumed a crying woman was easy bait – he had ended up with more than egg on his face. He certainly didn’t want a repeat in front of a plane-full of people, so he didn’t push his luck.
It was time to land, and he resigned himself to another one that got away. However, his curiosity was kindled by the speed with which she got off the plane and headed for the baggage carousel. Was she expecting someone there? Is that why she was crying the whole time? He quickened his pace and kept up with her. No, she didn’t seem to be running into anyone’s arms or even expecting anyone – all her eyes were on was the stream of luggage on the belt.
She grabbed her bag, put it on the trolley, and hurriedly opened it. What on earth was she searching for that was so important it had to be done in the middle of a busy airport, he wondered! The answer was apparent in a few minutes, as was the reason for her tears!
He shook his head in disbelief and tried not to listen to the voice that screamed he was losing his touch, but he had to agree as he saw her pulling out her contact lenses and putting on a stylish pair of glasses before she walked away, tearless and gorgeous as ever!
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