"I don't usually meet people on planes," She said

So the week of giving thanks in finally over. I am now at my dorm, relaxing as much as I can on my wonderful chair.

Looking back on the week, it wasn't anything special. I didn't expect it to be, I am good about burning bridges once I leave a place. All I can take from this week is the return trip and the adventure it held.

I had arrived at the terminal for the flight to Kansas City. I took a seat and surveyed my surroundings. Nothing special. Then comes these two guys sporting Mizzou sweatshirts. I catch eye contact with one of them, he shifts his eyes away. Boredom and curious gave way. I approach.

I had a solid conversation with him, just vibing on the Mizzou game that would be played that night and his frat life. My eyes kept slipping away though as I took notice of a curly hair brunette with a wide smile.

The call for boarding goes out and my new friend was in the first group, so we exchange goodbyes and he heads off.

Now I am seating adjacent to the brunette. I simply want to say something. I get nervous a little, an old feeling resurfacing.

I yelled in my head, "SERIOUSLY, COME ON. GO!!!"

And I did. What slips out?

"Hey do you go to mizzou?" Simple enough. The conversation flows. I am used to holding most of the conversation with new people, but she took the reins and went with it. I wasn't sure what to think. The last time, this happened.. well yea.

So they make a call for our group. We of course aren't in close enough range to continue the conversation so its an exchange of goodbyes.

I get off the plane, pass through the airport and catch the bus outside to get myself to my next terminal. The airport at Kansas City still loses on my scale of fun. I arrived at the security check point. A little complication, especially when there are two versions of my name, the long and short. Yay for me. I go through a little extra security check. Towards the end, I turn to see a girl, curly hair brunette once again.

She was wearing a mizzou shirt. Conversation starter was too easy. As I am walking towards the terminal, she is ahead of me. I call out to her. She stops. The conversation begins.

I actually liked this girl. She would make an awesome friend. She was chill and a great conversation. I think all psych majors are like that. We talked about a range of things. Back and forth, busting on each other slightly.

We finally hear the call for the plane to Columbia. The plane is much to behold. It's small, the kind you hear always crashes. When the plane was ready to take off, the propellors went one at a time. The obscure siren before taxiing didn't help either.

Beyond being on a weird plane, it was still fun. My new friend pulls out a Cosmo and starts reading up on bedroom secerts. I wonder how many secrets there are. Cosmo has about a 100 per issue, pretty impressive to me.

As the flight takes off and the clouds float below us, I turn to see a girl sitting across from me. She seemed bored out of her mind trying to read a book. I couldn't just sit and watch her suffer like that.

We began talking. I was amazed at how into the conversation I was. I just kept going and so did she. Moments of hand holding, randomn hand fives. 40 minutes just went on by. I told her I wanted to hang out with her, the same day. She agrees.

While claiming baggage, we exchange numbers. Plan: call her before the mizzou game so we can watch it together along with who ever else was at her place. Sounded gravy to me. Except, no bags came for her.

We walked out to the airport teller. As she stood in line to figure out the situation, I called a cab. When all was said and done, we sat down and continued talking. I asked how she was getting home. she told me she had a car at the airport. She, apparently, was just waiting for me to get the cab. How sweet.

New plan, cancel cab and go out to eat and she drops me off at the hotel after. She agrees. The car ride was fun, it was peaceful. I was completely infused in each moment.

Even the one where she tells me, she has a boyfriend and asks if it was weird. To which I reply calmly, no. Then proceed to change the subject. The whole boyfriend situation is becoming way too much of familar territory for me. I meet way too many girls who hang around me and yet have boyfriends. I still don't get what thats about.

Anyway, we arrive downtown and walk over to the restaurant. I hold her close to me as we walk while making stupid conversation over cartoons and wrestling. We sit and have a good meal and sweet conversation. More hand holding. Then what I do next, I am not sure where it came from.

I get up and pull her up with me. I make a quick comment about how short she is, she banters back at me. I then put my hands around her legs right below her ass and lift her up, making her about ten feet tall. The look on her face was childlike. I drop her down. Then I kiss her. Yea, what the hell.

She comments about the boyfriend. I give a quick, childlike "I am sorry" and we hug.

The meal ends in laughter and we head back. Once again I hold her close to me. I don't really know why I kept doing that, anyway. She drives me to the hotel. We get out, pull my stuff from the truck. We hug. I tell her I'll call her later. She agrees.

In the back of my mind, I knew that would be the last time I'll see her. I am getting way to in tune to things like this. It's weirding me out a little.

This wasn't the first time I met people on planes or went to eat with someone I just met. Yet it was the weirdest one probably cause it combined the two. Who knows.

It was fun. Another adventure to speak of. I do sort of wonder how I meet cool peope like this at the wrong times so often. O well, thats life. And as I know, there are no rules to it.

Fun times

Marvel