Day 249: 13 hour flight and it's all right

My DC to Dubai flight was 13 hours and cramped, on my first airline. (the second: Shout out to Emigrates airline! Was terrific, more leg room, better food, and better equipment!)

Oh but the company was very good to look at it.

Of all people, I would be put next to a very tall, very muscular Black man from the South (my type), who had a significant other but we had great conversation in between me sleeping on and off, and then waking up thinking he stole my airplane pillow (That is precious cargo on a 13 hour flight, I almost lost my marbles, but once again it had to do with me being on a 13 hour flight, he didn’t steal it.)

We talked about relationships, love, I told him about my previous ones, he told me about his, I saw pics of his family, we talked about a lot actually, kids, etc. But he said two things that stuck with me.

1.       He asked my age and then after I answered said, “With all due respect, you look older than that” That statement threw me for a loop and I knew that I would definitely be telling others about that. I don’t think I look any age, and if that’s true, I’m never wearing my hair in braids again. He just meant it because he truly felt it, and thought I was closer to his age 34 (also my type of age)

2.       He asked me if I had a boyfriend, and when I said something like no I just got out of a relationship, he said well why don’t you have a boyfriend now. He was also very outright with his love life and I missed and appreciated the men that I was used to back in the day, loving love, loving their girl, waiting relationships, not minding to try. Unlike the Metropolitan DC man, so refreshing and all my worries from previous posts about all men changing went out the window. Now I know where to look. (Well I always knew)

He was willing to travel to Dubai to see his Girl, I had guys that weren’t even willing to go 20 minutes up the street more than once every two weeks. (cough* Loser  cough*)