♥ Communication Mosaics ♥

Such a pleasure being able to share my world with you and here you are, reading my 3rd official blog post. For such a long time I have been thinking about the "odds" of something happening... Out there, there are statistical data that can answer most of my "odd" questions but there is just one that I can't stop thinking of. See if you can help me about the following illusion/fantasy/dream...

Let's say, you are visiting a friend in a city you have never been before and you only have 5-6 days to spend and explore the city, meanwhile you are supposed to have fun, interact with people etc. Basically, the simple job of a tourist. THAT is your only responsibility. So one night you go out. Everything is perfect so far and yes, you are having a blast at the club, but all of a sudden you don't feel like dancing or drinking anymore because at that specific moment you are focused on someone that you can't keep your eyes off... You are... speechless, just speechless. You don't have the guts to introduce yourself or not even the courage to smile/flirt. "But why?" you think to yourself, "This is not who I am, what the hell is going on with me?” and the second you decide to take a step forward, you realize that it took you a bit long and now it's too late. "Well, whatever", you say and back to enjoying the moment. 

After a while (you are still on the same night) you make up your mind and go to another club since you have the advantage of partying on a street on which, there are plenty of places to have fun ;) Isn't the music definitely better at this new club? Oh yes, it rocks! And the fun starts one more time but NO, not again!?! Your heart starts to beat faster than the usual speed...

"What are you waiting for!?!? You were ready before, just go introduce yourself!" 

The night ends with failures of attempts to "communicate" with someone...When did you become this coward, huh? But anyway, it is not the end of the world, is it?

The 5-6 days have passed and now it's time for you to go back home. The fun is over! Now the part where you are in a big hustle in an airport with your luggage, carry-ons and the snacks you bought for the flight, begins. (Since the airline companies decided to be cheap and give you a menu with prices funnier than Jim Carry movies). After you take your first flight, you arrive to another airport/city where you have your connecting flight to the destination Hometown. You look at all of those people at the airport, some run like they are being chased by a wild animal, some are slower than a "normal" human being is supposed to be (I don't want to give the name of the nationality of the "slows" but you know what I am talking about), and then you see the pilots and the flight attendants waiting to board before the passengers. But hold on a second, are you really seeing what you think you are seeing?  "OH MY GOD! Is this really happening?" is what you say OUT LOUD without even realizing. Probably those past 5-6 days made you ready to gather up your courage OR your shame to go introduce yourself. Finally! You talk for almost 5 minutes and you tell the entire story, from day 1 until that moment. Oh, I forgot to say, it turns out that, this person is a flight attendant and was visiting the same city for only a day... At the end, some handshakes, uncomfortable smiles and that's it - farewell. You get on the plane and after 10 minutes it takes off.

The duration of the flight is an hour and a half and the odds of YOU spending the whole flight with regrets of not asking for a phone number or at least a last name (in order to track it down on Facebook) is pretty high. Your plane lands, you are upset with yourself more than ever and the level of regrets is still pretty high and it doesn't seem to "land" as your plane just did. Wait a second, here's an idea! Flight attendants can get the passenger list and see who was on the plane, right? And this becomes your only hope that calms you down a little bit. But come on, why have high expectations for an error that you have committed? You sigh... talk to a friend on the phone about this unexpected series of events, one after another and you arrive home. Home sweet home!

Since you are addicted to Facebook, you get online and it is the very first thing you do even before you wash your hands. And there it is! A freaking message from the flight attendant....  

 Long story short, after 3 weeks the flight attendant stops by your city and you two have a very pleasant evening together. The next morning, everything is back to normal. And yes, you are still keeping in touch.

So back to my question, what are the odds?

L.O.V.E.

a.R.a.S.