Did We Fall in Love at the Airport?
<p>We were at the same gate.</p>
<p>We were both traveling solo.</p>
<p>We were about the same age if I had to guess.</p>
<p>We both had headphones on and scrolled our phones.</p>
<p>The facts are pretty clear.</p>
<p>Single. Same age. Both of us are alone at the airport.</p>
<p>I must ask.</p>
<p>Did we fall in love?</p>
<p>We must have.</p>
<p>Isn’t that what happens with people like us at the airport?</p>
<p>Shouldn’t we go to the bar and get a drink?</p>
<p>It’s only nine in the morning, but it’s the airport. There are no rules with drinking at the airport. A time zone somewhere in the world is in happy hour.</p>
<h2>I imagined the entire scenario.</h2>
<p>I go over to interrupt and ask if this gate is for San Francisco.</p>
<p>You kindly tell me it is. I say thank you, and I notice your boarding ticket. “You’re in the seat next to me,” I tell you.</p>
<p>You joke about how no one prints their boarding passes anymore, but you have a nostalgia for it. You like to collect them into a scrapbook because travel is a big part of your life.</p>
<p>I tell you I feel the same way, and I subtly mention how easy it is to travel when going solo. Nothing to hold you back.</p>
<p>You tell me it’s your favorite way to travel. Alone. And it’s easy to hop a plane on the weekend when unattached.</p>
<p>This confirms you’re single. No kids. Just like me.</p>
<p>At the same time, we ask each other if we’d like to go get a drink.</p>
<p>We laugh and joke about how it’s happy hour somewhere in the world.</p>
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