My trip to Turkey started on May 9th, 2012. When I checked into O’Hare, they didn’t have my assigned aisle seat. I remained calm, although I was puzzled as to why their records were WRONG. Delightfully, I ended up being seated next to a Turkish doctor (very cute, by the way!), and we talked for about 10 hours straight on our 12 hour flight. We shared stories, laughter, music, as well as two meals during our 12 hour flight. It truly felt like a date as he even asked, “How many times have you been in love?” I responded without hesitation, “Once.” He was glad to hear this as he said that most people’s response to this is usually around 5, 7, or even 10 times. (Last week when I asked a man how many times he’s been in love, his response was, “I don’t know… 60?” WTF! This man is only in his early 40’s!)
Upon landing in Istanbul I gave my iPhone to the Turkish doctor so he can input his contact info. I noticed that he only gave me his email and felt that I was being blown off, sort of. I am leaving something out that I do not want to write about of what happened on the plane about an hour before we landed. I am embarrassed about writing such matters for the whole world to see, but let’s just say that I did something just slightly (I swear!) naughty.
After descending the plane and waiting in several lines at the Ataturk airport in Turkey, about 45 minutes passed since I saw the Turkish doctor. I couldn’t believe that he left without saying goodbye, but then again, maybe he was looking for me, too. Finally, I left the baggage claim area feeling a little sad…and hurt.