Yes, that really happened...

Most of my stories and experiences will be bad and you'll get quite the kick out of them (or so I'm told). However, this experience is different - it's usually something that only happens in chick flicks. And so it begins:

[Background Info: At the time, I was dating someone for about 2 years. He was inconsiderate, cheap, and extremely immature. Needless to say, I was quite unhappy]

The company I currently work for usually sends me out of state quite a few times throughout the year. For this particular trip, I was on my way to Stockton, CA. For whatever reason, I was put on the earliest possible flight. Since I had a boyfriend back home and it was super early, you better believe I was still dressed in my PJs with no makeup on. I boarded the plane and while I was waiting I noticed a cute guy around my age sit down in a seat across the aisle from me. For a moment I cursed my decision to be comfy but then I reminded myself that he was a stranger on a plane and I DID have a boyfriend.

The plane landed in Denver and the connection flight wasn't for two hours so I made my way to one of the airport bars. I was only seated for a few minutes when Mr. "I'm sitting right across from you on the plane" took a seat right next to me. Now, I've never been one to get nervous when meeting new people, but something about him stirred up a few butterflies in my stomach. We exchanged names and I found out that he was going to Seattle (where he lives) and was only in my city for work for a few days. He offered to buy me drinks and we exchange a few jokes about how both of our drinks were getting expensed anyways (office humor, bare with me). I mentioned that I may be taking a trip to Seattle in the future for business, so we exchanged information. Who doesn't like a native to show you around?

I ended up at my gate and to my dismay, it was delayed for 30 extra minutes. I had a seat next to the wall and busted out my ipod. Just as soon as the earbuds went in, Mr. Seattle was standing in front of me with a coffee. Apparently, he had seen that my flight had been delayed (as was his) so he wanted to surprise me. Here come those butterflies again. I thanked him, hugged him, and finally got on the plane.

I ended up in California for a week in what can only be described as cow land. There wasn't anything to do but cow tip, apparently. Each day I was greeted with a "good morning" text from Mr. Seattle and we'd end up talking every day after work. During those talks, it came out that he had noticed me on the plane and that he thought I was cute. He also saw me checking the status of my flight and was relieved that he found me at the bar in Denver.

Almost as soon as I arrived in my city, I broke up with my current boyfriend and continued to talk with Mr. Seattle. He'd email me at work and talk with me at night. A friend called me the Cheshire cat because I had a permanent smile on my face. It was like we had known each other for years. I'm pretty impulsive and had some money saved up so I decided to fly to Seattle to see him. The moment I showed up he gave me the biggest kiss I had gotten in a while. Welcome back, butterflies!

During my stay, he took me to a Mariners game (3rd row from the 1st base line), took me to Pike's Market (with the flying fish), the first Starbucks, a drive-in movie, and a romantic dinner on top of the space needle. My trip felt way too short and I hated to leave him. To this day I have a few songs that I listened to on repeat on the plane there that will forever remind me of him.

Our relationship lasted for about 5 months, which included me taking another trip to visit him (I love to travel). The distance and time zone difference began to take it's toll on the relationship and eventually I had to break things off. Last contact I had with him, I learned that he was engaged with a baby on the way.