When I was at the airport on Thursday night, I swore everyone and their mother had on a rock on their finger. Like everyone. Do married people congregate here or something? Short people, tall people, pretty people, not-as-pretty people, skinny people, larger people, young people, old people. They were all married. How do all these people find one another? How did they meet? I almost wanted to ask some of them. Maybe next time I will.
I still have this crazy fantasy that en route to one of my vacations, I will be sitting next to the man of my dreams. We'll talk, fall madly in love and live happily ever after. But that never happens, except in the movies.
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