Fantasy

I think of getting a call at 11:08 am, from a number with twelve digits. Her plane just landed in New York. She has just got her luggage and now she's sitting in an airport restaurant waiting for the ride to her hotel.

 We are going to talk about the fat guy in the next aisle who kept hitting on the stewardess, and we're going to talk about the New York accents; we'll talk about the movie that was showing on the flight and she'll make me promise to rent it. I'll say I'll do that when she gets back.

 And then ten minutes later she'll have to hang up because the taxi has arrived. I'll say goodnight and laugh at the obvious joke.

 I am not fantasising about meeting that kind of girl. I have met her several times before.

 I am fantasising about becoming that type of guy.