romance at 30,000 ft

Venue: from Bahrain to Nepal
People involved: Me (of course. Not much point about writing about someone else's romance, eh?)

The story: It was the last leg of my journey and I was sat by the window. I could see the profile of the chap in the aisle seat in the row in front of me. At first, I didn't notice much but it suddenly occurred to me that Mr. X had a rather strong resemblance to him.

My interest was caught. I spent the next few hours trying to catch more than a glimpse of his profile (and failing). Plans to wander up to the front of the plane and walk back were temporarily shelved since he was in the front row of seats after business class.

The plane landed and I lost sight of Mr. X. I figured that was it. Turns out I was behind him in line when we were at immigration. Fate, eh?

Obviously not. Dear readers, I did nothing. If this had happened here, I'd probably have struck up a convo. Asked him where he was going. Made a comment about the weather. Anything.

In Nepal, that sort of stuff just isn't done. One doesn't suddenly start talking to stangers, especially if one is female. Unless I were to look like a complete idiot and ask something along the lines of: which form do I fill, do you know? there was no way to begin talking. So, I didn't.

Obviously the title of this post is highly misleading.