Sighting

The seating area at my gate for the Athens to Istanbul flight was packed. While I was looking for somewhere to sit, I spotted an empty seat directly in front of you, and noticed you were not only very handsome, but also sitting alone. So naturally, that’s the seat I chose. We sat there for a while doing our own thing, and eventually you started a conversation with me. We ended up talking for a bit.

For most of that conversation, I assumed you were waiting for the same flight I was. At one point, I even asked you what row you were in, which is when I discovered that no, you weren’t going to Istanbul at all. You were going to Newark. I remember you weren’t American, and I was left with the impression that you travel internationally for projects or work. I told you I was Canadian, and at one point you said something like ‘maybe I should visit Canada,’ or you mentioned visiting Toronto specifically… and somehow, I completely failed to recognize the opportunity you were handing me with that one. Then, I suddenly realized that practically everyone had boarded my flight while we were talking, so instead of doing the sensible thing, like leaving you with my contact and/or getting yours, I basically said goodbye and ran for my flight.

By the time I sat down on the plane, I was already kicking myself for not getting your number. Nearly a month later, this is apparently my solution. So this is a very long shot, but if you’re the man I met at Athens Airport on the afternoon of September 9, and you happen to see this, I’d love to hear from you.

My number - better late than never 😉