Part 2: Being a Gentleman

I first noticed her when she boarded the plane. I don't know what it was that drew my attention. Perhaps it was the long flowing raven hair; maybe the olive, flawless skin;  the legs that went on  forever; or was it just that blindingly gorgeous smile.

I think it actually might have been the screaming child that was attached to her hip and I just noticed all the other stuff later. Now let's be honest guys, when you see a beautiful woman, with a child, you don't immediately strike her off the list (you know, the 'if I speak to her she might not think I'm a complete idiot list'). You start to make mental excuses, like, the baby might not be hers, she might be a nanny.

Yes, a French nanny,  holidaying in Australia. She might be recently divorced and ready to start a new, single life in Australia. Perhaps she was bringing her recently departed husband's ashes back to Australia (from France) to scatter them. So armed with all these possible scenarios I resolved to speak to her at the first opportunity.

Even though I let my gaze wander in the general vicinity of this Aphrodite several times during the flight, the occasion never arose when I could stammer an introduction and spin some crap about myself in the hope of making her believe I was remotely interesting. When we landed however, the situation changed. After that initial rush of 'the I wanna get off first passengers' (like someone had just opened the doors at Myer for their stocktake sale) I noticed the goddess was still in her seat struggling to come to terms with her hand luggage and child.

I sensed my moment.

“Hi can I help?” Up close she was even more beautiful.

“That would be wonderful, thank you” she replied with a Spanish accent (French, Spanish, close enough). “My husband should be able to help once we get through customs.”
And there it was - the dream shattering, hope crushing statement. It changed everything in an instant.

Oh well, at least I got to be a gentleman, I thought. So as we struggled down to customs (why did she have so many bags?) she told me a bit about herself, which was hard to concentrate on when her mind-boggling beauty was making me gaga.

She'd lived here for blah-blah, met her husband through blah-blah and had to take a quick trip home to sort out some affairs. Luckily though, her sister now lived here and had been running their business for her while she had been gone. Woah!! I heard that one – sister? Yes, sister! She would also be at the airport to pick her up.

Then, the moment came… the stunningly gorgeous Aphrodite suggested it might be a good idea that I join them for lunch as a reward for helping with her bags. And if I was interested, I might like to meet her SINGLE sister.

Thank you God, thank you!