I unlock the door. Like me, my penthouse feels empty. I’m alone, once again. I drop my key on the front table and leave my carryon sitting in the front foyer. I take a look around. Nothing has moved. Nothing has changed, except me, perhaps. I feel different. A bit saddened and a lot lost. It doesn’t make sense, I know, meeting beautiful women in airports happens all the time. You flirt, you talk, in some cases you do more and then each of you goes your own way. But, reactions like the one I had today don’t happen very often to me, in fact, I’ve never had a response like that one before. My full body, mind, and soul were totally into her. I wanted to be near her, to listen to her, to watch her, to smell her, to touch her, to kiss her, to eat her all up. I connected with her on an instinctual level. The sad thing for me is thinking that it obviously wasn’t mutual. Caroline left with a goodbye and a thank you and didn’t look back. Gone. As I unload the contents of my suit jacket I come across the note I passed her on the airplane.
