I can’t believe I’m going on the trip of a life time, well the trip of my life time. I’ve always wanted to go to “The City of Lights” and now I’ve saved enough to finally get there. I had planned to go to Paris for my honeymoon but here I am taking this amazing trip alone, so I guess we know how that turned out. So here I’m sitting in JFK airport for the first time ever waiting for my transfer flight from Miami to Paris, France. I kind of wish Ross was with me, no, no, no I don’t. That cheating bastard can take a long walk off a very short bridge.
Flying internationally takes a lot of courage and I can’t believe I’m actually doing it. Yep, here I am sitting in JFK waiting to get my first stamp on my passport. I’m excited and a little nervous, ok scratch that I’m a lot nervous. I’m glad I traded both our business class tickets for one first class ticket though.
Finishing up in the restroom looking at myself in the mirror, I realize I’m about to get on an international red eye to Paris. And I don’t mean Paris, Texas either. Also, I’m flying first class; I’ve never flown anywhere first class before. Ok now, I’m terrified, like really terrified. As I’m checking out the line for security, only thing running through my mind is: Did I make a huge mistake?
I’m having a small, minor panic attack that causes me to bump in to a wall. Well, more like a moving wall bumps into me, because I’m pretty sure I had stopped moving and breathing. As I’m trying to catch my balance and trying very hard not fall on my behind. A pair of strong arms wrap around my waist to steady me which throws me off even more.
“Are you ok? I’m so sorry I didn’t see you.” I hear a deep baritone voice speaking. That sound is like molasses to my ears. I turn in the most powerful set of arms I’ve ever had the pleasure of being in. I had to blink several times to make sure I was seeing what I’m seeing. And right now, I’m seeing a Greek God, a Greek God that has his strong arms around my waist and molasses flowing through my ears. Wait he’s talking to me and I’m missing it. “I’m sorry I didn’t catch that.” He smiles at me and that smile looks like it should be on every dental commercial ever made. “Wow” I say on a breath, he smiles wider and it shouldn’t be possible but brighter as well. Damn it I didn’t mean to say that out loud. He’s just looking down at me smiling now. I hear them calling my flight for boarding and I snap out of whatever spell this mysterious handsome man has me under. I wiggle free from his grip. “Thank you, sir, but I have to go.” I say as I walk to the security line. As I’m standing removing all the necessities they require, I remember when airport security was just a person with a metal detector. Now I don’t know if those were safer times or we just didn’t know any better but either way you didn’t have to make sure your bra matched your panties because you knew no one would see it. I’m standing here now wondering if I should have gotten a wax.
Waiting for my turn I start to look around and I see my mystery guy staring at me. Ok he’s not my mystery guy but maybe. No stop it, Izzy you don’t need a man to complete you. You decided to take this trip alone so you can prove to yourself and who ever cares that you’re not helpless, that you can survive just fine on your own. I quickly turn back around just in time to get motioned through. My brain is chanting no strip search, no strip search, please God don’t let a cavity search be needed. I pass through without one hiccup.
I look back again because I just can’t help myself but there’s something strange about this stranger I just met. Maybe it’s because he’s a stranger my brain yells at me. That could be it but I noticed him before and he seems very observant even more than me and that scares me shitless.