The price for food in the Las Vegas airport are obscene. $11 for a Whopper meal at BK? Give me a fucking break. After wandering though a maze of slot machines and overpriced kiosks, I finally stumbled upon a reasonable option; Popeye’s Chicken. $9 for a 9 piece nugget meal with mashed potatoes, a drink, and a biscuit seemed to be about the best combination of price and subsistence I was going to find round these parts. As I’m waiting to place my order, a 9 piece nugget meal comes up on the counter and this extremely sexy woman picks it up. My brain tells me she is probably a little older than 40, but she looks fantastic in her knee high boots and tight jeans. She possesses the mouth of a french actress and the straight natural hair of a flower child. She looks familiar but I can’t put my finger on who she resembles. We make eyes and smile, and she takes her food back to a table in the food court. After I receive my food, I find a table across from her so that I have clear access to admire her beauty. I eat and pretend to people watch in between bites, but most of my energy is spent in quick glances in her direction. We catch each others’ eyes every now and then but only for a split second. I’m trying to play it cool.
Just then a rather large man with gray hair sits at her table, which partially blocks my view of her. He seems older than her. Must be in his 50’s, and from what I gather is her husband. Bummer. But it makes sense I guess. He oozes privilege and money and a big dick perhaps, so I could see why he would be desirable, but I can’t help but feel that he is actually kind of boring and lame and that this woman is not truly happy with him. At least that is what I tell myself.
As I finish my nuggets, the man hands the woman a couple bags of luggage and she stands up from the table. Maybe she’s going to the gate? Maybe to the bathroom? As the man continues to work on his meal, the woman leaves the table and walks towards the concourse and past my table. Just as she gets to the point where she would disappear forever from my sight, she shoots this look directly at me. Me. This look like “I know what you want. Come get it, young buck.” It is a fucking intense moment I nearly choke on my last nugget.
Maybe a minute passes and I finish my meal and decide to follow her path, or what I at least think is her path. As I walk towards the concourse, I pass an area under construction. Scaffolding and wires and dry wall for 50 yards. I pass a bathroom with “Under Construction” yellow police tape blocking the entrance. I imagine the woman waiting for me in there. Waiting for me to throw her against the wall and have my way, like that one episode of Six Feet Under. But I don’t enter. I continue to circle the concourse examining all the gates for her. But no luck. She is gone forever. I imagine I could of had a real Vegas moment with her. But that look… That look was all I needed.
I don’t know if I love you or if I’m just in love with the idea of you.