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September 27 The Pilot & His Jet Plane[Just One of Best MSN Spaces ]  "All my bags are packed
I'm ready to go
I'm standing here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye.."
 Dear Gabrielle,
Imagine me..
In a five star hotel, in a foreign city. Pacing around nervously, biting my lips. Checking my reflection every two minutes. That Victoria Secret's lip gloss is at the risk of running out. I have only reapplied it for the upteempth time.
Ten minutes, I have been waiting for that knock on my door. Well I lie. Honestly? I have been waiting for the knock since I was fourteen!
The phone rang and jolted me out of my nostalgic teenage fantasies.
"Elle, I'm outside," said the voice I recognised so well.
My heart just about jumped. I found that minty gum. One cannot afford to have less than fresh breath in moments like this, Gabe!
 For a long minute, I stood at the door. Feeling his presence at the other side. To peek or not to peek? I decided not to. I wanted to be wholly surprised. I hid behind the door instead. I swear the damn thing creaked freakishly and ever so slowly as I opened it. Gabe, I know it sounds corny but time actually stood still.
And there stood, he. Right infront of me. In his pilot uniform.
He took my breath away. Any girl would be blown away standing infront of the kind of guy she have dreamt of all her life "Elle?" he smiled.
"Chris?"
I wanted to pinch myself. Everything felt so surreal. I must be in some Twilight Zone series or something.
"Elle. Can I come in?" he attemped to break the spell.
"Oh yeah, but of course.." I stammered like a fool that I was..
And then he strutted into my room like he owned it! Surely, he did not know that I have always placed him on pedestal?
Snap out of it, Elle. Stop being a fawning buffoon. I attempted to make human conversation instead.
Impossible, Gabe. He had to strip.
"I'm sorry, I had to wear the uniform to get on the plane."
"It's okay," I croaked helplessly as he took his shirt off infront of me?! He grinned smugly as I tried to tear my eyes away from that impossibly toned pecs.
Yes, Gabe. I am aware that this reads like a far fetched Mills and Boon novel..
Anyway..
He and I spent the whole night bar hopping. Cocktails upon cocktails. We gatecrashed an 'Air crew' fancy dress party. How fitting, huh! I was surrounded by fake pilots and on a date with a real one..
I have to confess. We got along like a house on fire. He even taught me to play pool. It seemed perfect...
Yet, when he tried to kiss me.. I gave him my cheeks instead.
"No one has rejected me before, Elle," he was pissed off.
"You are moving too fast for me, Chris.."
He could not see my point. Sometimes a girl needs the right moment for these kind of things..
That was when reality hit me. Yes, he may be my all out fantasy guy. When it boils down to it, I rather a man less cocky, more down to earth with eyes only for me. Chris was none of that.
He left the next day on his jet plane. With that, I waved goodbye to my ultimate teenage fantasy. I must say, I count myself lucky to have a fantasy turn into reality.. well, part of it anyway! I am terribly lucky to learn this one BIG lesson..
That sometimes, what you want may not be what you need.
And what you need, may not be what you expect. I must learn to have faith in the unexpected.. Yeah, so it is great having fantasies, but it is in reality that we live great moments.. It was Doug who taught me that.. Gosh, I am ahead of myself here.. Till the next entry Gabe..
 Passionately Jetting,
Elle Sheri xo
(C) Elle Sheri. All Rights Reserved. *Excerpts from Chantal Kreviazuk's ''Leaving On A Jet Plane" Comments (27)
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