Your body is a wonderland.

Since the 25th of June this year (the date of my flight back to SG), I have come to realise that I have a tendency to experience strange encounters on planes more than anyone I know (refer to blog entry dated 6 August 2005). Okay, so this is an incident that has now gone stale, but still worth blogging about nonetheless!

That morning on the plane I arrived at my seat along the aisle, sleepy and grouchy after spending a sleepless night cleaning the house, packing my bags and watching the World Cup on TV. I opened my hand luggage to grab a couple of things and the Indian guy (who shall be nicknamed Dr. Bombay) sitting beside me was blatantly peering into my bag as well.

WTF.

I glared at him and very rudely said, "What?" (I know, I know, but I was really tired and grouchy).

Taken aback by my reaction, he muttered "Nothing" and went back to doing his stuff.

*** SILENCE ***

Excerpt 1 -

Dr. Bombay (after a few minutes): Excuse me, I have a feeling that you are angry with me about something, but I really didn't mean to look into your bag...

Me (with very fake smile): No no no no it's fine, I wasn't angry at all, don't worry about it! You see, I didn't sleep at all last night and I'm really tired now, so that's why I seem so pissed... sorry about that.

Excerpt 2 -

(after some basic self-introductions)

DB: So... are you Asian?

Me: (????!!!! No, I am actually half-Spanish, half-German) Err ... yeah? Do I not look Asian to you?! o_O

DB: Oh, no no no... because I have never seen an Asian girl as cute as you.

Me: ..... Ah. *nervous laughter* (with droopy eyes and unkempt morning hair? you've GOT to be kidding me) -_-'''

DB: You know, I'm usually into white girls, but you are an exception.

Me: (Yay me?) ..... *nervous laughter*

DB: I usually get bored on the plane but I feel lucky now that I'm sitting beside you.

Me: (Oooooookaaay.....) *nervous laughter*

(Dr. Bombay then goes dishing out compliment after compliment, all of which I refused to respond to)

Excerpt 3 -

DB: You seem to be that kind of person who doesn't let compliments go to your head.

Me: Err... that's because I have never quite been in such a situation before...

DB: The men around you must be blind!!

Me: (Arrrrrgghhh!!!) .....

Excerpt 4 -

DB: You wanna come back to India with me?

Me: NOW???!!! -_-'''

Excerpt 5 -

DB: Can I have your phone number?

Me: Umm... I've known you for what, ten minutes?!

Me (after some hesitation): Err... we'll see how these seven hours go... (dammit this is never going to end)

DB: Man, it has never taken this long for a girl to give me her number you know!

Me: Well okay, so let me be the first one!!!! -_-'''

Me: Do you do this everytime you're on the plane?

DB: I only ask for a girl's number if I'm really interested... and in this case I know I am, and I really want to see you again...

Me: *pukes* -_-''' (I'm sorry but the feeling ain't mutual, dude)

X X X

The plane finally landed after a painful seven hours sitting beside him. Thank goodness he was on transit to Mumbai and I had to go to the arrival hall, so we said goodbye and he told me he'd call after we both got back to Melbourne.

The thing he didn't know was, I wasn't planning to answer his calls or reply his messages.

So bye bye, Dr. Bombay! :D

Really, just what is with me and meeting strange Indian men on the plane?!?