Meetings and Misleadings with Drummer Boys in Airports

Or, Meeting Gypsies of the Bohemian Variety at Airports – Part 2 (Click here for Part 1)

There he was. I don’t know how, but I’ve always been able to spot drummers from miles away. He was tall. Muscular. So buff you wouldn’t believe. He was faced away from me, but I could tell he was handsome. There were a few other people at the airport cafe, but I only had eyes for this big, manly drummer. It was destiny that we were at the airport at the same time – and although I had said no to his earlier request to meet, I was too curious to let the chance pass me by. Privacy be damned.

Funny. I didn’t know what he looked like, but somehow, I just *knew* that I would know him as soon as I saw him.

I was concentrating so hard on what I was going to say to this man, that I tripped and caught myself on a chair nearby, accidentally tapping the shoulder of the person seated there. I steadied myself with a mumbled apology and turned to the beautiful man who was still oblivious of my presence. I reached out and touched his shoulder.

“Excuse me” I said, trying not to sound nervous. “Are you RD?” Continue reading Meetings and Misleadings with Drummer Boys in Airports