Love Actually - at Queenstown Airport
Happy New Year everyone.
The holiday season is a crazy time of year. In my book, the best way to survive the chaos is to have a weekend away in the lead up to it.
With this in mind, the weekend before Christmas a friend and I headed to Auckland to chill out. The agenda involved long lunches up at Matakana.
There was a flight delay and it was standing room only in the departure lounge. Still, there were plenty of people watching opportunities amongst the other passengers.
A woman nearby got a phone call. Before the phone call was over we know her mother has broken her arm and has needed surgery. The woman is heading up to Auckland to see her.
We also all know that she’s recently met a guy. She looked about 40 but had the giggly excitement of a teenager. Admittedly her zest was infectious. She’s met him two weeks ago. She’s telling her friend how they’ve clicked and he’s just amazing.
From what I could gather she met him in Wanaka where he was on holiday from overseas and now he wants to stay in New Zealand so he can be with her. He has and I quote ‘‘got her mentally’’. Whatever that means.
At least half of those in the departure lounge now know all this about a total stranger.
Although when her mate asks a question, the woman proclaims in a stage whisper that she can’t answer given she’s in the airport with other people around.
I’m tempted to ask why not, it hasn’t stopped you telling us the rest of the story.
I was going to offer some advice, it’s risky to arrange to spend an entire weekend with someone you’ve only just met. What happens if it goes to custard? I suppose she could always hang out at the rest home with her mother. Meet a sugar daddy perhaps.
Earlier I’d bought a latte at Airspresso. While waiting for my coffee, I couldn’t help noticing two people at a nearby table. Their body language and the fact they’re both wearing identical silver cardigans suggests they’re a couple but their looks suggest they’re siblings. People say couples start to look like each other (the way some people look like their pets) but I decide it’s just too rude to ask.
The cardigans make me smile though.
I also went to Paper Plus to browse the magazines.
I overhear a woman telling her friend about some guy who clearly fancies her and has been contacting her via Facebook and Snapchat. From what I can gather, she doesn’t care for the tone of the messages.
She wants to say to him, ‘‘how old are you, like 12?’’ I turn around and discover the sassy one is 18 at most.
She’s going to break some hearts.
By the time I got on the plane, I felt like I’d been in a local version of Love Actually. Love is all around at Queenstown Airport.
❚ Queenstown’s Single Girl is looking for true love. Email firstname.lastname@example.org