About nine months ago, I was working the last imbound flight to O'Hare from Memphis. It was an extemely light flight, maybe 15 passengers, including the cutie sitting in 1A. It takes alot for me to get twitterpated over a passenger, But Jason was the exception. He was tall, clean cut, handsome, with broad shoulders, and sparkly eyes. He was 27 years old, and lived in Naperville, just outside of Chicago. He told me that he grew up in Toronto, and went back to see his family quite frequently. He was very charming and flirtatious. During the course of the flight, we chatted about everything from the woes of trying to date someone, when you are always flying, to the comfort of t-shirts and jeans.
I, of course, was oblivious to the fact that he was hitting on me, when he tried to do this silly bar joke on me, that backfired. The more that I laughed, the redder his face became. He made me blush, when he told me that I had the kind of eyes that he and his friends referred to as baby doll eyes. After awhile he pointed to my fake wedding ring, and asked me, "Isn't that bad luck?" I should have put my foot in my mouth, but instead I uttered, "I wear it so that I won't get hit on! I have given up on dating!" When I saw his face drop, I knew that I had missed an opportunity of a lifetime!
Knowing that I had said something extremely stupid, I knew that I had to do something to redeem myself. When we arrived at O'Hare, I knew that he had checked bags, so I raced down to baggage claim as fast as I could hoping to catch him, but he had already gone. I had blown my chance with a great guy who thought that I had baby doll eyes!
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