California bound

 I  spotted him at the airport when I was on my way to California A man in his mid to late sixties but in good appealing shape. He wore jeans, a turtleneck and a suede jacket, white socks and brown loafers. He carried himself well. He was not handsome in the true sense of the word, but striking. He was on line during check in. Later I saw him exiting the check in and lost sight of his destination. Boarding the  plane, in a distance,  I saw that he was on my flight. I found it interesting that from all of the planes and places in the world,  he would be going to my destination. I wondered where he would be sitting and hoped that I would be surprised in finding him seated in my row.  As I walked down the aisle, to my 20th seat row, I had not yet passed him. As fate would have it there he was in the window seat as I took my aisle seat, with only a nine year old to seperate us. I immediately said hello. and asked if the boy was his grandchild. He was not, just placed there by his parents who sat in a different row.  As the conversation flowed I learned that he was a married man which brought any farther contact from me  to an abrupt halt. Because our earlier conversation was bubbly from my end, I could see that he was becoming attracted to me. The message here is that fate brought me to him;  I was able to find out who he was without thinking I might have missed an opportunity as we so often do. Without any reservations I said goodbye to my flirtation and landed in California into the arms of my granddaughter.