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Meeting a Dream Girl on the Airport Shuttle

his is an experience I had while on my way back to Los Angeles after finishing summer classes at Cornell University (I'm also a student there during the academic year).

I had just finished packing up all my stuff after my last day of class, and called a shuttle bus service to take me to the airport in Syracuse. When it arrived, I saw a girl sitting in the front seat of the van. There were empty seats behind her, but I figured hey, why not just enjoy some company during the ride? It was an hour's drive from Ithaca to Syracuse, after all. Wiping the sweat of my forehead (it was a hot and humid day), I asked her "Can I sit here?" motioning at the space next to her. She was looking away of course (as strangers do when forced to come into close contact), and turned around. She was an adorable looking girl with blue eyes. "Sure," she said, smiling. She moved over a little to the left as she tucked her shoulder-length light blonde hair behind her ear.

The first 15 minutes of the ride was quiet; I was appreciating the steady stream of cool air coming from the air-conditioning vent, while she stared out the window at the countryside scenery go by. Having regained my composure from the unbearable heat, I glanced sideways to notice just how beautiful she was. I blurted out abruptly, "So, are you a student at Cornell?" She turned immediately, as if she was expecting me to initiate a conversation.

"No, I did some research here over the summer."

"Really? Are you pre-med?"

"Plant Biology." she said smiling.

"Actually my sister goes to Cornell. She's a Fine Arts major."

My eyebrows arched as I exclaimed, "Really? Wow! I'm a City Planner! Maybe I know her!"
(FYI, Fine Arts, Architecture, and City & Regional Planning departments are in the same college in Cornell.)

"Her name is Melanie."

I jumped out of my seat because as it turned out, she was the younger sister of Melanie, a girl who had lived with a very close Chinese friend of mine during their Freshman year. We both had a laugh over what a small world it was, and that seemed to put her at ease, because within minutes, the conversation started flowing. It seemed as though knowing that we had someone in common made her feel more comfortable with me.

As we pulled into the airport, I found myself not wanting it to end, because I was so fascinated by her. We talked had about many things, including where we were from. She was from Utah – and no, she wasn’t a Mormon. She was a student at U Penn (Wow, a super-intelligent blonde… what a dream.), She was also in a sorority, but I forget which one. She was of Dutch ancestry, and had a great story of how her grandmother had helped to save many Jews from persecution during the Second World War, a la Oscar Schindler. I was certainly impressed.

Luckily, both our flights weren’t due to leave until an hour later, so we sat at a café in the waiting area and talked. We managed to talk about history, traveling, and politics before my time was up. I was slightly sad, and as a gesture (and now that a think about it, I also did it because I wanted to see her again… how silly) I gave her my e-mail address and phone number. She did the same, and we parted ways. She was super nice and adorable right until the end, and when I turned around to get a last glimpse of her, she was still looking at me and smiling. I still have her e-mail address and phone number in Utah, but I know that it would be stalker-ish to contact her (It’s already been 3 months, and besides who keeps in touch with a person he/she met at an airport?). I just hold on to the memory of having had the pleasure to talk and share stories with a beautiful (and smart) blonde woman who was both humble and courteous. I think that will be enough for me. Perhaps I might run into her again some day, as she visits Cornell on a regular basis since her sister is a student here. But one thing is for sure -- she changed my opinion of white women completely. I discovered that there was another side to them – not the racist, snobby, arrogant side, but the gracious, feminine, and respectful side. It’s still quite fresh in my mind, and I hope the memory stays for a long time to come.

AM, 20 y.o.
Monday, October 15, 2001 at 10:32:24 (PDT)

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mike

so what if he mentioned her features. is there something wrong with that.
is it impossible for you to accept something as innocent as that ,or are you too conditioned to what the american media has inculcated us to believe.
it;s me Friday, November 29, 2002 at 16:28:05 (PST) [61.74.149.160]

something about your story sounds fishy...i think it is that you make so much of the fact that the girl is blonde with blue eyes. Somehow, it seems as if the fact that she is smart, and blonde, with blue eyes made this encounter much more memorable than if it was "just another asian girl". Interesting attitude.
Mike
Wednesday, March 13, 2002 at 21:35:18 (PST)

Hey,

I've met some other people since my last post, and I'm dating around now. Thanks for the advice, but I've decided that it would be much easier to pursue relationships that aren't long distance.
20 y.o. AM
Thursday, October 25, 2001 at 05:02:28 (PDT)

NICE! She sounds like an awesome friend if not partner. At least send a Holiday wish each year. She'll rip that envelope open like a trucker's wife and appreciate the whole thing right down to the dried-up stamp-lick.

I understand the stimulation of a 1-time encounter. But I guarantee you WM and BM wouldn't imagine any 1-time meeting. They'd have pages of letters, email and perhaps a plane ticket paid and confirmed for that sweetie.

I predict you'll be thinking of little miss plant biology while flirting with the endless WF you meet in the future b/c she's the one that changed your outlook.

I for one don't think you're an idiot. But you are being a lazy-butt. That is if you think she's all that significant.
Confident ABC
mcse2020@yahoo.com Wednesday, October 17, 2001 at 00:09:57 (PDT)

Uh, well... thanks guys... I think. I appreciate the advice. I will decide what to do in the near future. Right now This week I have papers and quizzes up da wazoo. I'm sure you know how that feels from your own college days.
AM, 20
Tuesday, October 16, 2001 at 17:15:22 (PDT)

Hey bub, watch whom you call an idiot.

Well, I actually OFFERED her my contact info first, suggesting that she reciprocate. And she did. She didn't give me her number first, so there is an important difference there. Had she given me her number without my initiating it, I would have been sure that she liked me, and I would probably have called her. Besides, it was just a gesture of friendliness, and it wouldn't have been practical -- she lives in Utah (I live in Cali), and she goes to school in a different state. All I was doing was just sharing a pleasant memory... god. I don't need dating advice from you, thanks. I do just fine.
AM, 20
Tuesday, October 16, 2001 at 10:53:00 (PDT)

AM, 20 y.o.:

You said, "I still have her e-mail address and phone number in Utah, but I know that it would be stalker-ish to contact her. It's already been 3 months, and besides who keeps in touch with a person he/she met at an airport?). I just hold on to the memory..." Don't make cop-out excuses. You make friends in all kinds of places: at school, at work, at play and at the airport. You should have sent a friendly e-mail to her when you got off the plane, just to say hi and what a great time you had talking with her. But never mind what's past. Here's what you can do. First it's not too late, 3 months isn't a long time. Call her but make sure you get to talk to her. Don't leave a message with the answering machine or someone else. Ask when she will be in and call back later. When she answers say something like "Hi, it's Bob... we met on the airport shuttle to Syracuse in July... I go to Cornell with your sister Melanie." Chances are high she'll remember you, if she needs something more to jog her memory mention how she told you about her grandmother's story. After she says "Oh hi, I remember you, how are things going?" You say "I've been meaning to call but haven't because... I'm a dumb-ass. I've thought of you often and wondered how you were doing. What have you been up to the last few months?" Then tell her what you've been up to, etc. Ask her if she visits her sister often. If so tell her that it would be nice to get together again. Ask her what her schedule is like. Recommend a great little cafe you know or ice cream parlor. If she tells you she's too busy or has a boyfriend or just seems uninterested just say it was good talking to her again and take care and good bye. If she says she'll let you know when she's available, then let her call you. Then send her a friendly e-mail saying how great it was talking with her again and that it would be nice to keep in touch. Don't wait to bump into her at school... you have a better chance of getting struck by lightning. If she's as great as you say she is she's worth keeping as a friend. Who knows friendship can develop into love. It's foolish to regret, especially when you can do something about it. I want to see you hold onto her and not just her memory. That's my advice, take it or leave it.
Canadian AM, 29 y.o. "who hates to see another brother miss an opportunity of a lifetime."
Tuesday, October 16, 2001 at 10:50:21 (PDT)

You idiot...

when a girl gives you her e-mail/number, never give her yours. and if you give a girl your number/e-mail never ask for hers. Because that way things don't get left open, each person waiting for the other person to call. if you gave her your phone number, she'll call you, she won't waiting around wondering if you like her or not, it'll force one person to make the first move. the same goes for her case if you have her phone number because that way, it's obvious that she likes you (since she gave your her number)... argh... you people are helpless...
Kevin
cyberpup@prodigy.net Monday, October 15, 2001 at 15:32:37 (PDT)