It was my first time. I sat still. I didn’t know what to do. Would it go smooth or rough? I asked myself. I had heard stories about first times–a lot of stories. While some recounted the experience as pleasant, others thought it was awkward and sometimes terrific. Consequently, I was filled with terror in anticipation of what would happen. I was lost in a maze, battling my own thoughts. Tiny drops of sweat formed on my nose– a signal that I was tensed. I wiped it with my almost trembling hands. I was nervous; because it was my first time.
He however sat unperturbed, with his legs wide opened. He had a silvery bluetooth device stuck in his ears and his eyes were closed. He was completely immersed in a different world. Although he sat next to me, we were several kilometers apart. He opened his eyes abruptly and our eyes met. “Madam, is everything well with you?” He asked, sounding so concerned. Then I told him my plight. Rather than console me, he burst into a loud laughter. I was flabbergasted but I laughed too. He recounted his first experience on an airplane in order to make me feel at ease. It was both humourous and painstaking. I found myself laughing most of the time, causing some of the passengers on board to turn and gaze at us.
I smiled at him, he smiled back. “Fasten your seat belts,” the air hostess announced. And soon, we were lost above the horizon.