Airport waiting

I’m at the airport, waiting with my father for a flight to come in.

There is a boy sitting across and a few seats to the right, facing me. I look at him, he looks back at me frankly. I have sunglasses on, I am not sure if my stare is obvious. There is no smile on either side.

He is kind of beautiful, lean, early 30s maybe, a clean attractive face, short hair, sideburns, casual business attire. He doesn’t read or amuse himself with a phone, he just sits there quietly.

My father is speaking to me, we talk quietly, I keep stealing glances at the boy, occasionally we seem to just look at each other, expressionless, like creatures feeling each other out, giving nothing away. It is odd and I am not sure if he is looking past me or at me, I prickle a little under it.

I take my business card out of my wallet, slip it into the back pocket of my jeans, I am thinking of passing it to him, I wonder if he is maybe younger than I guessed, I wonder if he is too young. My father is still speaking, irrelevancies, pleasantries.

The boy gets up, walks past me to the bin, he is tall, I watch him move, a saunter, a little self consciousness, sweet.

The plane we are waiting for arrives, finally. My father and I get up to go to the gate, he is still talking to me as we walk away, I excuse myself for a moment.

I go back to where the boy is still sitting, he looks up with a question mark on his face as I approach. I lean down to him, uncomfortable proximity for a stranger.

Very softly I whisper, “I just wanted to say out loud that you are beautiful…”

I don’t linger, I don’t give him my card, I step back and catch a very quick glimpse of the shock on his face, his mouth curled into a puzzled smile, lips parted as if he might say something… I turn and walk away from him.

I get back to the gate with a huge grin on my face, my father looks at me oddly but doesn’t ask, and we wait for the passengers to come down the walkway.

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  1. Hi Ferns,
    i had a similar experience yesterday. Looking for a Doctor's office, i walked past a glass walled office. Inside was a beautiful woman sitting at the reception desk. I must have been staring because she waved and smiled. I smiled back and continued look for the office where I had my appointment. The smile warmed up my whole day.

    robert

  2. Under what conditions in the meeting might you have given him your business card? Is there a tell-tale expression you would expect from a prospective client?

  3. N: “Lovely, sexy! :) I could almost feel the tension.”

    It was really quite a sweet perk up for me on an otherwise very mundane outing.

    Ferns

  4. robert: “I must have been staring because she waved and smiled. I smiled back and continued look for the office where I had my appointment. The smile warmed up my whole day.”

    That's a really sweet little exchange, and yes, those little things can make you feel really skip-happy.

    Ferns

  5. dave94: “Under what conditions in the meeting might you have given him your business card?”

    He gave me no encouragement, it was a very strange thing where we were looking at each other, each of us completely expressionless… not unfriendly, but no shy blinking, little smiles, none of that. It was more like 'staring at someone when you think they aren't looking' in a way… Quite odd.

    “Is there a tell-tale expression you would expect from a prospective client?”

    *laugh* Oh, wait!! Nooo… what?! *laughs some more* IF I was going to give him my (totally vanilla) business card, it would be because it has my phone number on it, and I would be giving it in a “give me a call, beautiful” kind of way…

    Are you somehow under the impression that I am a pro-Domme with the 'client' question? *baffling*

    Ferns

  6. Dang it, it didn't work out that way for me. I tried that at the San Francisco Airport. Across the hallway we exchanged glances. My eyes went from her boots to her eyes, back and forth. After a few minutes she just got up and walked away. No card. No nothing. I guess she figured I was a stalker or perv. Actually I was thinking that such lovely boots should and could have such a better shine on them :) mmm.

  7. Why didn't you give me your card, after flirting with me and then saying that? This was sadistic! Mean! Cruel! I couldn't sleep all night! You know, from now on I'm going to walk around with a business card–not in my wallet, but in my *pocket*–so if a woman ever tries to pull this stunt again, I'll go ahead and press my card to her hand, before she has a chance to run off.

  8. Yardbird: “Dang it, it didn't work out that way for me… I guess she figured I was a stalker or perv.”

    Stalkery pervert!!

    “Actually I was thinking that such lovely boots should and could have such a better shine on them”

    If you were drooling and breathing heavily, that might explain her scurrying away…

    Ferns

  9. Anonymous: “Why didn't you give me your card, after flirting with me and then saying that?”

    Come meet me again, give me that look, you know the one I mean, and I promise that I will gently slip my card into your pocket when I whisper 'hello, beautiful' in your ear.

    Ferns

  10. Yardbird:

    Ferns: “Stalkery pervert!!”

    “You say that like it's a bad thing.”

    No no, that was excitement… “Whhheeeee, stalkery pervert!!”

    Ferns: “..drooling and breathing heavily..”

    “again…bad thing?”

    Um. Yeah, ok… that *was* a bad thing. If you are out in public looking at strange women (listen carefully now, dear…) *no drooling, no panting*.

    Ferns

  11. We should do something to encourage this sort of behaviour. Something similar to this has happened to me twice in my life, and I will always both moments. The second time, she may have been drooling over my Harley, but the first was definitely directed at me.

    1. *smile* I love that you have remembered those moments for the rest of your life… that’s a total win!

      There are a couple of random compliments from strangers that have come my way that I also still remember, and I think the most powerful thing about them was that the men who said them *didn’t want anything from me*, and that made them so much more wonderful.

      Ferns

  12. Ferns! I literally LOLed and yelled, “FuckYouThatIsAwesome!” into my empty office. (‘FU’ for being so good.) Yes, I think I blew a gasket. :) This is so much fuel for fire. Thank you…You ‘old creeper’. (If only.) Ha!

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