In with the new....out with the old?
I met a guy at work yesterday. He was a volunteer on my San Jose flight. Because my partner had to leave me after the flight left I had to take care of the people who didn't get on the flight. I was fine with that, sometimes I work better when I'm by myself. So I wanted to get my involuntary denied passengers taken care of first, which left him last. When it was finally his turn, he came up to the podium and we started making small talk. I ended up giving him 30 dollars worth of meal vouchers (we are only suppose to give 5 dollars for breakfast, and lunch and 10 for dinner.) He was only staying a four hours past his orig departure so he should have only gotten 5 dollars. I was feeling generous...so what the hell. Maybe they will stop authorizing our flights to be over by so much. ANYWAY.
So I right after I gave him the meal vouchers he asked me what I was doing after this flight. All I could say was "um working?" Obviously dipshit...duh. So he asked me if I would like to go to lunch with him...his treat...(or really US Airways treat). I knew I didn't have that much time to sit and eat, but I took him up on it and ended up getting a cup of soup from Flatbreads. While we were eating he was telling me about himself, how after he graduated from college he tried to do the whole corporate thing, and he hated it. He broke his lease, shelved his car and took a month to travel to Tibet. All I could think was wow...thats amazing. Now he just moved to Santa Cruz, CA. I'm not use to someone opening up to me like that after just meeting them.
We seem of have the same outlook on things which was really funny. I let it slip that I hated living in Vegas, and he asked me why I moved here in the first place. I gave him the cliff note version of what happened. But told him I understood about not being happy with where you are at, and needing to change it. I told him how I was going into public administration, and that one day I woke up and realized that I hated the government. He said he could just picture me in a cubical hating my job and planning city streets that spelled out "fuck". That made me laugh.
Anyway...he made me laugh a lot yesterday, even though every flight I worked was oversold. He even got up and refilled my drink. Just very polite. Right before he boarded he came over and asked for my phone number and email address. I haven't heard anything from him...so I'm not putting all of my eggs in one basket. Who knows though right? I mean Vera met Mike while we were shopping at Hell-Mart...why can't I find mine while I'm working an oversold flight?
I suppose I should stop posting now that the rum is starting to kick in. I've had a certain someone on my mind the past two days..I need to purge them from my system. Even though it is really really hard to. I accidentally dialed his number last night...I'm glad I caught it before it actually started to ring. THAT would have been great. "I know I said I couldn't speak to you anymore...but um hi." Yeah...that would go over like a lead balloon. I know he said he had a lot of things he wanted to say to me...but couldn't. I told him he could email me to tell me his feelings. I mean he was the one who was rushing off the phone...not me. If he couldn't tell me what he wanted to say while I was on the phone he should have been able to write it down. I mean come on...writing is one of the things he does best. There are some days I think that I'm going to get one of his letters in the mail like I use to. But I know I won't. Some days are better than others..my days off are the worse though..because I am not as busy as I am when I'm at work. At least when I'm at work I have other things to do than think of him. When I'm at home I have to be constantly reminded that I am alone, and that Vera and Mike are getting married. That more than half of my friends are either married, or they are in a long term relationship. Why this fear of commitment? Seriously I would love to know.