October 11, 2003
On October 11, 2003, a flight attendant on a layover in New York City (me) went on a date with a cute army captain (Alex) in town to pick up his parents for a cross-country drive to his next duty station. As we strolled around the East Village, I knew I liked him. When I ordered falafel in Arabic, he knew he liked me.
It took 2+ hours to drive from Manhattan back to my hotel at JFK. He says it’s because he wanted to spend more time with me and blames weekend roadwork and detours; I say it was because we were very obviously lost. When I observed we had driven in a circle and were in the same place we had been fifteen minutes before, he leaned over and kissed me for the first time. After touring four of the five NYC boroughs, we finally made it back to JFK but the adventure was just beginning!
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