how to make me fall in love with you in 4 easy steps

alt title: everyone's your soul mate when you're desperate
alt title 2: OR how I get way too excited when someone likes the same juvenile things that I enjoy.

I just got back from a short stay in Denver where I got to catch up with one of my two fake little sisters (the other little sister being the lovely owner of this blog, Alicia). I flew there, and during that grueling 56 minute flight, I had a ~*serendipitous*~ encounter with the man of my dreams.

Step 1: in which we Meet-Cute
He was sitting next to me on the flight. I had fallen asleep and woke up eager to play my 3DS which was in my special Zelda themed travel case. As soon as I turned it on, the flight attendant informed me that no electronic devices were allowed, as we were already making the descent. I cursed loudly which elicited a chuckle out of my neighbor. He asked me if I was borrowing my younger brother's game system and when I stared at him in disbelief he grinned and said, "that's the perfect answer, I love a cute girl who knows Zelda."

This gets me so much action.

Step 2: in which we nerd out
After the initial small talk that comes with meeting someone new we quickly delved into how nerdy we were. He did a Han Solo impression, I countered with an off-hand Pokemon reference (It may be important to note, here, that I love Pokemon. A lot. But guess what? Most people think that's a waste of time. Weird.) and he took the bait and we discussed our favorite Pokemon (his is Dragonite).

Step 3: in which we compare street cred
Around this time we decided to start comparing our tattoos. I have a Kurt Vonnegut quote on my bicep where he has Circa Survive lyrics from the year he turned 18. His chest piece of a heart on his heart is as original as the sparrows on my side. I recognized the Modest Mouse lyrics on his leg, which assured him that we were evenly matched in our hipsterdom.

Step 4: in which I double-check that he's not homeless
Not only does this guy have a job (unlike 35-50% of the guys I've ever dated) but his job is giving massages. Sold and sold.

So I know what you're thinking- when's the wedding? But alas, this story ends like all my stories do, with bitter disappointment and a murder.

As we got off the plane he had to double back to get something. He told me to go ahead and he would catch up to me.

Obviously I never saw him again.

I would cry, but I already forgot his name.