A letter from Mar 04, 2023

Dear FutureMe, (Originally Written on March 3rd, 2023, on a flight from Amster*** to Montreal) I find that when I read non-fiction, my brain becomes more hyper aware of my thoughts. I guess I’m just going to write my current feelings on this document. As someone who is obsessed with romance (well just like most nineteen-year-old women, I’ve always hoped that I’d meet someone on a flight. I travel quite a lot, which means a big part of that is spent at airports, whether it’s a 4 hour layover or a 2-hour delay, I am constantly looking for some grand romance to spur. That one day, I will sit next to someone and magically fall in love and live happily ever after (okay not exactly like this but you get it). On this flight, I was obviously waiting, hoping, and wishing that I would be seated to any attractive man I had previously seen in the boarding line. So naturally as I sat, in an empty row of 4, an attractive man (in his 30s, so very unattainable) asks me (obviously I thought this was my meet cute) if I could move a seat so that his girlfriend could have the seat next to him (keep dreaming babe). She would take the aisle seat, him the one right next to it (my assigned seat), and I would take the middle next to the other (empty for now) aisle seat. Obviously I said yes, and they sat and I went about my business. As boarding continued, I kept waiting for the seat next to me to be taken, very carefully analysing every single passenger that could potentially stop and sit right next to me. I kept crossing my fingers that the unattractive old men weren't occupying the open seat, and that the old women were simply just walking by. I thought how funny would it be if I kept hyperfocusing on the seat and it just ended up staying empty. Hate to spoil a good ending but the seat stayed empty. No one sat, no one had been assigned this specific 40D aisle seat (which are usually my favourite and I need to pee). So I obviously took it. I have another empty seat next to me (my previous seat and the boyfriends original seat). This seat I had accorded so much importance to is mine now and I’m happy. Anyway i don't know why I wrote this much but yeah at the end of the day I need to stop looking for things that aren’t meant to be and well this was kind of meant to be I wanted an aisle seat.