He was tall. He was burly. He had a blond buzz cut, so he really wasn't my type.
He followed his mother and sister into the store, and then stopped and looked at me curiously. I thought he looked familiar, and as it happened...he was.
"Hey," he said after a moment, "were you...on a plane at all? Like yesterday?"
"From Denver to Rapid?"
"I think I sat next to you."
"I think you did too. How weird."
His mother was delighted. "Really! What a coincidence! Did you two talk the whole way?"
"No," he answered. "We were reading."
"You were reading Twilight..."
"You were reading a very interesting-looking book. It was...Brief Interviews With Men - despicable men? I remember they weren't good men."
"Hideous men. Brief Interviews With Hideous Men."
"Right. What was wrong with the men?"
"Mostly they were misogynists."
The rest of the conversation wasn't particularly notable. We reminisced about the toddlers who squealed with delight during the plane's turbulent descent and then we marveled at the smallness of the world, and as he left he made a point of saying that he was glad to have seen me again and hoped to see me soon.
All of which would have been kind of awesome and mid-90s-romantic-comedy-esque were he remotely my type.
(And of course his airplane reading choice didn't help matters.)
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Is he cute? How old is he?
Eh, not really. Not that he's horrible-looking or anything, he's just not terribly attractive. For his age, I'd guess somewhere in the mid-twenties - 26, maybe?
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