Upon returning from the lavatory, I took to my seat, once again. I felt like stretching my legs more and taking a stroll. It seemed as if I could walk miles and miles in such a monstrous jet. I contested though. No reason to stir up the flight attendants and get them in a sour mood. Not three minutes into taking my seat did the “good looking” man return to his seat beside me. I smiled. As he sat down we looked at each other and than exchanged greetings. He asked my destination and wondered what was waiting in Seoul for me. I explained I was visiting my friend Tom. He wondered how I had met a Korean high schooler all the way over here. I informed him that we had attended prep school together. I asked if he lived in the United States or Canada. He filled me in. His “english” name was Andy. I tried to pronounce his Chinese name, but absolutely butchered it. We had a good laugh. He moved to Toronto his junior year in high school. He was a foreign exchange student. He also attended a private prep school. Andy was eighteen years old and was entering into his sophomore year in college, this coming fall. Of course I was slightly envious because I was nineteen when I graduated high school and am twenty entering my sophomore year in college. Dang Asians! Too cool for school.
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I glanced up at the small screen in front of me. We weren’t even half way through our trip. Only four hours. I sighed. He smiled and said, “Nine more hours”. I rolled my eyes and huffed. I think I was more miffed than him. Andy was used to such trips. I had never taken a flight that was more than five hours long. I smiled though. Trying to focus on the positive… I was in the company of an english speaking Chinese man who was very fine looking. Mom’s prayers for me to sit beside a likable person were answered. Thank you Jesus! Andy and I began to chat back and forth. Before I knew it, our first meal was served. It wasn’t too bad either. Quinoa, chicken, salad, fruit, brownie, and a drink. It was one of the better meals I’ve experienced. As we ate I picked up the chopsticks they provided us. Slowly taking them out of their rapper, I looked up at him and asked if he could teach me how to hold them. I kept failing and dropping my food. He attempted and said, “It’s just like holding a fork. See?”. I laughed and remarked, “No, it’s not. If it was like holding a fork, I wouldn’t keep dropping my food and it would make it to my mouth”. He laughed and I placed the chopsticks down and picked up my fork. He smirked and continued to chopstick his way through the fruit!
After eating, we discussed movies and shared our frustration with the limited amount of movies the flight offered. “These movies are so old!”, Andy commented. It was true. They had Marlyn Monroe films. I kept scrolling though. I laid eyes on How To Be Single. He mentioned he enjoyed comedy and drama. I asked if he wanted to watch it with me. He agreed and we pushed play at the same time on our individual screens. We laughed and giggled the whole duration of the romantic comedy. I swear the surrounding passengers’ naps were disturbed.We didn’t care though. We tried to make the long exhausting flight as entertaining as possible. After the movie I noticed he began to drift and become very sleepy. I was too. We laid back and took a snooze. Waking up, I immediately checked how many hours we had. Five more till Beijing. Oh the agony!
to be continued….
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tootles, annie
Her Reverie 