Baggage Claim Musings

Yesterday at this time I was on a plane returning from Houston, where I had been for less than 24 hours for a work-related meeting. Four airplane rides in less than 24 hours is awesome. Almost as awesome as the screeching 2 year-old on the last Charlotte-to-Detroit leg of my trip.

Due to the fact that everyone now tries to avoid excess baggage fees by trying to cram over-sized "carry-ons" into the overhead compartments (they aren't like Hermonie's hand-bag, people) I had to check my appropriately sized carry-on plane side, and pick it up in the baggage claim area.

Waiting in baggage claim at 12:07 AM after a long day is, really, a treat. As a bonus treat, I got to stand next to this really obnoxious couple who couldn't keep their hands off each other. From what I could gather:

1) The girl had just returned from Thailand
2) The guy had brought her some cheap-looking flowers
3) The girl's dress was appropriately situated to show off her bosom
4) The guy had been been to at least one party while she was gone, where there was copious amounts of alcohol and Jello shots
5) The girl was going to be the maid of honor in someone's wedding on her (the girl's) 21st birthday - to which the guy was like "whoa"
6) The guy would not.stop.talking...except for when they were sucking face

As annoying as these two were, watching them - and the other couples in baggage claim - renewed in me the desire to be married, and made me a little sad.

I want someone to meet me in baggage claim at 12:07 AM, give me a kiss, tell me he missed me and that he loves me, and then just stand beside me quietly while we wait for my suitcase, knowing that I'm exhausted and don't want to talk. I want him to be the one to wrestle the suitcase off the carousal, roll it out to our car and drive us home. 

I want someone to take care of me in this way. I want someone to want to take care of me in this way.

Is that a scandalous, misogynist, anti-feminist statement to make these days? I don't think it is, but even if it is, I would still feel this way, as I think it reflects the true heart of a woman, whether we want to admit it or not.

Maybe we should start admitting it more.