Fly Guy

I flew back home last night on a delayed flight that got me home at about midnight. So, approximately 14 hours at the airport, in transit and on the tarmac. Awesome.

But there was a silver lining. I met Leo. The French Australian gay man of my dreams. Here’s what I learned about him during our travels together:

  • He grew up in Versailles. He laughed when I made my Marie Antoinette joke and asked if he lived in the main palace or the petit appartement de la reine..  I’m completely sure he’s never heard that before.
  • His father and mother are both tailors. He has 4 sisters who are all still in France. He went to school to become an accountant but realized he wanted to join the family business.
  • He has lived in Australia with his boyfriend for 20+ years. They almost adopted a baby some years back but spent the money on a vacation instead.
  • He had a stroke at 30 and was blind for 4 months.
  • At one point in the conversation he said in a very thick French/Australian accent,” I ADORE your scarf.” Then I regaled him with the story of said scarf. Bought in Paris (kismet!) by my husband. It’s a beautiful blue with what look like dark boxes from afar. Close up they are TVs. Yes. TVs.
  • As we watched Safe Haven together on the flight (it was awful, I still cried at the end), I convinced him to download Sleeping With The Enemy – a much superior woman-runs-from-abusive-relationship-to-small-town movie. He admitted that he thinks Julia Roberts looks like a horse and he doesn’t know why Americans love her. I then spent 20 minutes talking about Pretty Woman, “incase I forget to tell you later, I had a really good time tonight”, “Welcome to Hollywood! What’s your dream?”. Come on. You can’t hate Vivian.
  • He asked for 2 inflight meals and polished off both in an instant – which was surprising because he was small enough to carry in my pocket.
  • When he first boarded the flight he walked right over to the seat and said, “hello friend”.  Like Little Bill. That’s when I knew I’d love him forever.

By request – pics of my scarf.

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She blog, he blog, a we blog. I blog, you blog a they blog, you blog a we blog a they blog…(sorry Cyndi)

Are you like me?

Do you blog or read blogs for mental sanity?

If you are a blogger – did this blog lead to a compulsive obsession with the WordPress or Google statistics page?

I am hooked

3 people from Korea viewed the blog yesterday

22 people from Canada found it today (I’m killing in Canada)

Last Friday 2 people from down under were on it (holding myself back from shrimp on barbie/kangaroo jokes)

I’m glad we don’t get too much info from these stats.  If I had an email, or contact of some kind, I’d be forced to reach out.  To ask why?  Was it the tag that drew you? Was it the title?  Did you type something wrong and end up here?  Will I ever see you again? Will you bring a friend?

The other thing that I’ve found is an urge to get others to blog.  I think we should all blog.  Are you wondering who would read your daily activities, thoughts and insane diatribes?  3 people in Korea – that’s who!