The security officer smiled at me as she handed me my passport. "Welcome back". I had just come back from a trip to Belfast, a place I'd been keen on visiting. It was lovely. I'd normally go down to a café, and spend most of the morning writing and having coffee. I left 1 to 5 pm up to chance, and then go visit various historical sights. But it was the atmosphere that captivated me, the sheer essence of the evening lights that lit up the streets at night. But that chapter had come to a close, and it was time to get back into the swing of things. But I couldn't keep my mind off of the man that was sitting next to me on the plane. It was almost as if I didn't even notice myself re-playing the fantasy over, and over again as I stopped to collect change and pick up a sandwich at the airport café. I need to find him again. Why is he still on my mind? I haven't even been interested in guys for a while now. Men didn't interest me. People didn't interest me. But whenever I go back to that man sitting next to me on that flight, I feel a fire erupting in my lower stomach. A fire I know can only be extinguished by one source, and one source only. I needed to find him. I instinctively dropped what I was doing, and walked back to baggage claim. What am I doing? This is completely ridiculous. I didn't care. It was almost as if my brain had shut off, and its only aim was to find this absurdly attractive man, and to have sex with him. A feeling of desperation began to swell up inside of me. Luckily, his luggage was of the last to be delivered, and it was a simple carry-on that he serenely lifted off of the conveyor. At this point I froze. What the hell am I supposed to do? All I knew was that I wanted him. I didn't come with a plan. Instantly, I regretted the entire trip and felt embarrassed, until I notice him catching my eye, and passively waving at me, then going out from where I came in, to the airport lobby. I follow him back to the lobby acting as if I'd also just been fresh from the baggage department. I notice him sitting down at the café I had just been earlier, and ordering a café latte. First scotch, then straight to caffeine, I thought. I went back to my seat at the café, and ordered another coffee. I sat two meters away from him, still processing the number of events that had just taken place. I almost felt nauseous. He took a quick glance at me, and then back at his laptop. Flustered from the whole experience, I get up and go to the lounge. I'm waiting for my next flight home, as my location required 2 trips by plane, believe it or not. The lounge costed 50 dollars, but I felt like I needed some pampering. I decide to turn on my Mac Book, and get some writing done. After about half an hour, around the time my flight was supposed to be boarding, a blaring voice announced, "The 7:00 AM flight to (location) has unfortunately been delayed. Sorry for the inconvenience". Shit.
End of part 2
