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Dear Mister

Friday, February 27, 2009 (10:00 p.m.)
Flight from Phoenix to Yuma

Dear Mister,

I don’t mean to be rude, but would you please stop talking to me? I have been traveling all day. I’m tired. This is a late flight. No one else is talking. And you’re kind of loud. But mostly, I’m just not a plane talker to begin with. I really don’t like it. Don’t get me wrong … I’m friendly. Really friendly actually. Just not on planes. Can’t you see my iPod in my hands? I’m anxiously fiddling with the ear buds hoping you’ll catch the drift that I just want to close my eyes and not talk to you, or anyone else for that matter. And no, I don’t want to exchange business cards. When I’m not at work, I don’t want to talk shop. Sorry.

Please, please, can you stop talking to me?

Cordially,
Krista

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Sunday, March 1 (4:30 p.m.)
Flight from Yuma to Phoenix

Dear Mister,

Could you please wake up and talk to me some more? I know you’re probably so tired, and I understand. I really do. As a general rule, I myself am not a plane talker. But I’d SO be willing to make an exception to that rule.

Thank you for offering to muscle your way to the back of the plane to find a place to stow my carry-on luggage. Thank you for lifting it and miraculously getting it to fit into the overhead when I couldn’t do it myself. You’re a dream. And I love you. Oh, is it too soon to say that? Well, I’m sorry you spent a month playing ball in Yuma only to have to go back to California without being signed to a team.

Alright. You sleep. I’ll just sit right here beside you and swoon for the next 35 minutes while the Arizona heat settles between us. And don’t worry about your leg that’s pressing up against mine. It’s just giving me tingles in places I didn’t know could tingle. And don’t worry about your elbow creeping onto my side of our cramped quarters. It only caused my heart to skip a beat or two. I really don’t mind. And if you do want to talk, I’m here. And ready. Anytime. Really.

Yours truly,
Krista

p.s. you have really great hands.

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Sunday, March 1 (8:45 p.m.)
Airport Parking Shuttle

Dear Mister,

Can you seriously not see that there are 5 women still standing up on this bus? Are you really not going to get up and give one of them your seat? Has society really come to this?

Annoyed,
Krista

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Sidenote 1 to readers: I thought you would like to know that while McHottie-Pants-Baseball-Boy slept, I tried to take a picture of him so I could show you what he looked like. And as you all you know, I’m somewhat of a professional in that area of photography. But apparently, if the lighting is a little too dark, my camera-phone automatically turns on a flash. I didn’t know this and so when I pushed the button to take the picture, the flash went off. At which point McHottie-Pants-Baseball-Boy felt the light, awoke with a start, at which point I quick shut my eyes and pretended I was asleep. I know I need counseling. Or a help-group. Or something.

Sidenote 2 to readers: I could totally lift my carry-on.
But a woman’s got to do what a woman’s got to do.

Post-Edit: For inquiring minds like Coordination Queen (see comments) … here’s the blurry photo of McHottie-Pants-Baseball-Boy.

Due to the fact that he jumped at the flash, I jumped with fear that I’d been caught. Thus the blur. But trust me … tall, dark, and handsome in every way. And how can you NOT fall in love with a boy who offers to take care of your bag?
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10 Comments

  1. You are freaking awesome! So did you get the picture or did you pull it away too quick? Seriously, that is awesome.

  2. Yay for legs touching! Too funny thanks for the laugh! It’s always nice to play the damsel in distress…once in awhile!

  3. You can totally tell he is hot even though he is just a little blurry! :) Thanks!

  4. Krista, that was awesome! I never would have had the guts to do that, but I am so glad that you did. Way to think quickly with the bags and snapping that picture!

  5. Girl, You are a riot! We would have had a lot fun if we knew each other as EFY counselors. I’m glad I know you now!

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