Tuesday, October 24, 2006

AND WE MEET...AGAIN?

Remember this wonderfully horrific flight I took to Pakistan with my mom three years ago? I was so caught up in relaying the indignity of having my mother play matchmaker while I tried to keep from having a complete mental breakdown on a plane that was bouncing around in a manner that can only be described as dangerous and not right that I failed to mention a bizarre chain of events--and by chain of events, I actually mean two chance meetings--that began on that very plane ride.

I'd noticed a young man waiting in the boarding area with us because, and I'm being totally honest here (so don't hate), I was afraid he was a terrorist. He was traveling alone, which, in a boarding area teeming with families, struck me as suspicious. Moreover, I was already being assaulted by thoughts of every single thing that could go wrong en route to Pakistan (WHAT IF THE DUDE WHO REFUELS THE PLANE IS HOMICIDAL AND CUT A NETWORK OF VITAL WIRES!!!!! Oh fuck!). So, I kept on looking at this guy suspiciously and he kept on looking back (he's onto me being onto him! Oh fuck!). By the time we boarded, however, I was so terrified of, again, the plane crashing, that the cause of our demise didn't really matter and I promptly forgot about the guy.

Fast forward to (something like) day 12 of my 14 day trip. My friend and I are at this mall in Karachi. I'm oohing and aahing over beautifully handstiched diaries when who walks in but the very same guy who I clearly mistook for a dire flight risk. I saw his face light up with recognition; pretending not to notice, I refocused my attention on the diaries, hoping that he wouldn't walk up to me (because I'm like totally horrible in such situations).

He approached me (Oh fuck) and asked me if I'd been on PIA flight XYZ departing from JFK on so and so date. I nodded hoping that I was doing a good job in conveying confusion. Well, he was on that flight, he told me. Really? I asked and when he nodded, I snapped my fingers as if I'd finally placed him! OF COURSE! Yes, I remembered. What a small world. He told me that he'd wanted to talk to me on the flight but didn't think it would be appropriate since I was with my mom. He wondered what I was doing for New Years Eve; I was flying out. He asked me for my number; alas, I didn't know the telephone numbers of any of my relatives and I was hardly at any one place for long enough to take phone calls. He asked me where in town I was staying; I said hell if I knew. He asked me for my email address; I shrugged and gave it to him.

He emailed me a couple of times when we returned home but, for reasons I don't remember, I never replied.

So, a couple of weeks ago, I see that I've received a message on myspace.com (I don't receive many messages on myspace--probably because I never replied to the handful I did receive--so I get very excited when I do see mail in my inbox...is that lame? That's lame, isn't it?) and, lo and behold, it's the same guy. He happened to be cleaning out an old wallet and found the stationary store's card on the back of which I'd written down my name and email address and decided to look me up on myspace. And he found me.

Cue Twilight Zone music...fade out.

12 comments:

Anonymous said...

Dude is a crazy stalker. Nobody emails like this randomly after a year.

Anonymous said...

Even better yet... wait til he finds this blog and this post about him... oh what a grand day that will be.

passion said...

the nerd is on myspace? haha

rizwan said...

you are harsh :)

nWe said...

So would you ever consider dating outside of your cultural/religious setting?

nusrat said...

You know Pakistani men don't have the balls to approach women they find attractive. They just stare. This man actually wanted to talk to you but was considerate enough to not approach you in the presence of your family (point 1). Then had the balls to approach you in the mall (point 2) and then had the balls to email you (point 3) then had the balls to find you on myspace because you're still on his mind (point 4). Pakistani men with balls are rare my friend. Especially one with four points.

Maritza said...

Return the email! What the heck! Live dangerously (well not too dangerously). find out what he's about and see what happens unless I missed something about him being totally gross.

Anonymous said...

Pakistani men don't approach desi gals because they know they'll get shot down before getting their an entire sentence out!

SabilaK said...

Apologies for not replying to your comments sooner. I've been a bit out of it, which is no surprise, really, eh?

Anonymous 1&2: No comment & no comment (you never know who's reading my blog...

Passion: Sure am! Aren't you? Freakin' add me to your circle of friends yo. According to ppl I know, I have the lamest, most inactive MySpace profile. Hook a girl up.

Rizwan: Not harsh. Just cynical.

NwE: Alas, no. I like me some brown Muslim boys...It just makes things a whole lot easier.

Nusrat: GF, I wish I had your email addy so that I could give you the scoop.

Maritza: I've resigned myself to the fact that I'm a wuss in the department of L-O-V-E.

Anonymous: Pakistani guys don't give us girls ANYTHING to work with so it shouldn't be much of a shocker when they get shot down.

Crankster said...

Of course, he could be a stalker, but I can't help but find the whole thing pretty romantic. I'd give him points for trying again.

nWe said...

But life's not easy--what's a complication or two here and there, especially when it cuts both ways? Carpe Diem for once.

DC girl said...

awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

he *likes* you.

find me on my space also...