"is this 42E?" he asked me referring to the seat beside me. 

i looked up from the magazine that i was holding, raised up my head, smiled and said, "yeah.  let me just get out of the way so you can get settled down." 

he was squirmish for a few minutes, not knowing whether he ought to ask me to move my stuff over as i was consumming most of his leg space, or to ask me to stand up once again so he can put his carry-on on the overhead bin.

"i'm sorry.  would you want me to put my bag elsewhere?"  i asked half-praying that he'll say that it's fine. i was already comforatable having my stuff near.  "either that or you can put it underneath my seat." i offered.

"oh no.  it's okay. i'll jut put it overhead if it's okay with you.  i wouldn't want to get too much of your leg space."

"you sure?" i smiled.  "my legs are short so it wouldn't make much of a difference."

"yeah."  he smiled.  "i'll be fine.  let me just get my book and i'll be okay."

about an hour late, while the flight attendants were serving dinner, he turned to me and asked.  "i never got around to asking your name."

i smiled.  "well, you can ask if you want.  but you'll never get around to finding out what my name is."

"oh.  so you'll just let me get off this plane without finding who you are?"  he turned to me, bewildered.

"i believe that's what i said."  in my as-a-matter-of-fact tone.

"you're unbelievably.... "  he started to say.

"cruel"  i supplied the word.  "i know."  i smiled. 

"hmmm... well, i'm ****"  he said, offering his hand.

"nice to meet you, ****"  i shook his hand. 

"that's it?"  he asked again.

"yeah.  pretty much."  i laughed.

yes, that's how it the flirting started.  and 12 hours after, he still didn't get my name.   i got off the plane though with his card on hand.  frustated as he was as he didn't get my name and my phone number, he ended up adding down his cellphone number and email address to his calling card. 

"how will i know it's you?"  he asked.

"well, i'm your only plane girl, right?"  i smiled, wrote down my email address (no name) on this boarding pass and tipped him off with a kiss on his cheek.  

i'd have to agree though.  he made it a fun ride even though we were delayed for more an an hour (as if it being an 12 hour plane ride is not enough misery in tiself), the plane was full of pax (and crying children) and we were seated around grannies who'd droll on their sleep ('nuff said). 


note: 
i do apologize though.  this post is off by about a week.  had too much on my plate to actually be able to write about it then but heck, at least i finally found the time to do so.