
My friend K had been developing a relationship with an attractive young woman — a one-time classmate of his ex-girlfriend — online. They would chat on instant messenger and through social networks, and they came to really enjoy each other’s virtual company. The conversation was easy, the connection genuine. Clearly, there was chemistry, but K couldn’t act on that. She had a boyfriend.
K’s friend, a 23-year-old, is a flight attendant, and the two happily carried on their entirely platonic relationship online whenever she wasn’t working — which, as is apparently the case for a flight attendants, was often. But one day earlier this year she had bad news. One of her relatives had died, and she was due to work on a flight to Beijing that night. K consoled her, and she joked that he should go to Beijing that evening to see her.
That was 2:30pm on a Monday, while K was at work. Thoughts danced in his mind. He called his travel agent. Too late to get tickets that way. He waited until 6pm, the end of his work day. Told his boss he had to leave right away — he was going to Beijing, for family reasons. The boss protested he didn’t have family in Beijing, but K was out the door.
At the airport, he managed to buy a ticket to Beijing on the last flight of the night — with the airline his friend worked for — just before its departure. The ticket was expensive, costing him half a month’s salary. He was running as the crew was preparing to close the plane’s doors for departure. Just — just — in time.
On the plane, his friend was surprised to see him and smiled broadly as she served him dinner in a small tinfoil container. He enjoyed his flight.
At Beijing airport — K’s first visit to the city, and the first time he negotiated an airport alone — his friend wrote down the name of her hotel. He handed a taxi driver the note, but he didn’t know where the hotel was. It was a potential disaster, because K’s Hong Kong phone wouldn’t work in China. Eventually, however, about thirty-minutes’ drive away K spotted the name of the hotel shining in bright lights on the side of a building.
He met his friend at the hotel, and they shared a room together. But what happened next is not what you might think. Though the two both felt they were right for each other, they slept in separate beds. Relations were strictly G-rated, but they didn’t sleep a wink — they talked through the night.
The next day, they shared a flight back to Hong Kong (K was later in trouble with his boss for impulsively taking a day off), but soon after, the girl said to K that it was best they broke off contact. There were complications: the boyfriend, and K’s ex. K agreed. She was worth waiting for.
That was six months ago. Since then, the girl has recently re-established contact. She’s still with her boyfriend, but K is holding hope for the future.
His verdict: “Even if I never get to be with her, she must always remember me.”
He told me this story over dinner tonight. It made me smile and remember why human life can be wonderful.