FR#66: Journey to Brazil

FR#66: Journey to Brazil

2010-06-29 Tuesday

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So...here I am in Brazil. Portuguese and Capoeira all day long until school starts in the fall. :-)

I went to the airport Monday to catch my flight from La Guardia, but storms somewhere in the country backed everything up. My eyes ran across a cute girl at my gate reading the book Eat, Pray Love, which I always see at Barnes and Nobles. I was in a rush to sort out my flight to see if I could leave later tonight, so I said I'd try to find her later. Anyhow, she will be going on the same flight as me.

It turns out, I have to rebook for Tuesday, spent the night at Rufio's family's place in Queens, then Rufio and I went to the airport to game before I left. I forget all about the Eat, Pray, Love girl.

The previous few days, I had been taking pills to vaccinate myself against Typhoid. Probably it was my immune system's reaction to the live virus in the vaccination that sapped me of all my energy. As Rufio and I got into the airport, I just started falling asleep. So much for airport game. Even holding a pen in my hand felt like I was holding a stick of lead.

I get into the gate finally. I'm talking on the phone when one hundred feet away, a gorgeous woman walks into the waiting area. A man is with her. "Don't worry. That's just her brother," I tell myself. The only thing that is keeping me back is, well, this phone call with my mom. As I end the call, the man gets up and leaves. I hope he is not a violent husband because he is big and burly.

I walk up to her and sit down. My heart is pounding and I do not feel exhausted from the vaccine any longer. I love how AA gets the blood going.

We start chatting, but the conversation is very limited. "Information gather!" Rufio once told me, meaning rather than picking up a girl, gather information relevant to my life instead. I find out some information about banking and investing, which I am getting into as her colleague (not her husband) returns. We keep chatting, but her body language continues to be closed to me. If I were to think about it from her perspective, what would the office gossip be like if she gave her number to a kid in chucks in the airport?

Finally, we board the plane. Good-bye New York!

As soon as I arrived in Charlotte, NC, I called my mother to let her know things are fine. Just at that time, I spied a hot cutie walking around. I was on the phone with my mom! Why does this keep happening? This girl kept looking at me, but what could I do? lol Well, one option was to stalk her like a sketchy old man until I'm done with talking on the phone, then approach her. That's the option I took. :-P

I approached her in a Starbucks. She was very friendly for about one minute until I said, "I'm really bored. We should chat before I take my flight." Then she ignored me. After persisting for another two minutes, I said good-bye and left her in peace.

Next, I went to my gate. Who is sitting there but the Eat, Love, Pray girl. Score! "So, what takes you to Rio?" I ask her. Apparently, she had taken a delayed flight in the night before and had slept freezing on the airport floor. I'm glad went back to Queens with Rufio.

I flirt with her, talk about her book, and we exchange stories about going to Brazil. She turns out to be a fiercely independent and motivated girl, intelligent, beautiful, and last but not least, taller than I am (!) - all of which are qualities I find extremely attractive. We talk for hours before the flight. I give her my email and we exchange numbers. Before the flight, I go to the bathroom and leave my little suitcase with her. "If anyone tries to steal it, bite them." It just has some clothes anyhow, so even if she is a psychopath and runs away with it, it's not a huge deal.

As I return from the bathroom, I text her something like, "Stop going through my suitcase you psycho. I know what you're up to," which she loves. Mouse always liked those sorts of surprises. *cry* For example, you text the girl something while you're sitting with her in a restaurant. When she checks her phone, you scold her for texting while at dinner - a classic.

We board the plane. When I realize that the seat next to me is empty, I have this fantasy of having sex with this girl a plane restroom. Eat-Pray-Love had told me where she was sitting, so with my objective firmly in mind, I go find her. "This plane is totally under-booked!" she says. "Is there an empty seat next to you?"

"Yeah, girl. Come on."

Now, by this point and even earlier, I should have started qualifying. She told me plenty of things about herself that I found sexy and I should have let her know.

The flight is ten hours and we talk the entire way, except for five or six hours of it and sleep the rest. An hour before lights out, she starts talking about relationships and first kisses, so I know kissing me is on her mind. I wish I had pointed that out.

Instead, as the lights turn out, I pull up the armrest and go for her lips. She puts her hand between our mouthes though. "Did you just decide you were attracted to me? It feels really sudden!" That is just about the clearest feedback a guy will ever get. That's the girl saying very explicitly, "You need to qualify me before you try to kiss me!" ;-)

Either way, after the kiss she became a lot more affectionate with me - she began resting her hand on my arm as we talked or would grab my shoulder. If only I had another few days with her...

Finally, we sleep. The next morning, we chat more. In Rio de Janeiro, we say good-bye. Maybe I will see her when I get back to New York...