May 22 2009

Leaving On A Jet Plane

Published by at 8:01 am under Blog

She’s staying home. He’s off to work in London for six months. She’s weeping on his shoulder. He’s trying to be strong for her. She’s saying how much she’ll miss him. He’s saying how much they’ll still visit each other. She looks genuinely broken. He looks exasperated and glad to be leaving.

It’s fun to watch this real life soap opera unfold in front of me. Neither are being particularly quiet, though he seems a little embarrassed by the situation, so we are all privy to every detail of their conversation.

She’s an overly painted blonde, aged around 19, dressed all in pink (ALL in pink – shoes, dress hairband, necklace, the works) and he’s a mid-twenties, suited, moisturised ginger. With every whinge and whine from her about destiny and soul mates, he moves further from his initial lovey-dovey ‘I can’t live without you’ position and closer to his eventual ‘look, will you just calm down’ just as I alight at Pearse Street Station. If it wasn’t so cringeworthy, it would make great television.

When his phone rings, he greets the person on the other end with such warmth and relief – I’m finding it hard to see why these two people are a couple in the first place.

I’m reminded of the episode of Friends when Chandler can’t break up with Janice, so he tells her he’s moving to Yemen instead. She escorts him all the way to the airport where he eventually has to get on the plane to Yemen. I wonder if Blondie will see Ginger Boy off at Dublin Airport…


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5 Responses to “Leaving On A Jet Plane”

  1. Stephon 22 May 2009 at 8:51 am

    How come nothing close to that interesting ever happens on may way to work? Is it coz my buses come from Finglas perhaps? Nicely told.

  2. Darrenon 22 May 2009 at 9:34 am

    @Steph I bet plenty happens – you just don’t notice. I try to watch everything that goes on around me on the DART.

  3. Joon 29 May 2009 at 4:55 pm

    General Warning: before picking your nose in the DART station, glance nervously around to ensure there’s no curly headed young man staring intensely at you.

  4. old blondieon 04 Jun 2009 at 3:49 pm

    hey im one of these blondies falling for the redhaired irish boys, and it pretty made me sad reading your love story coz it reminds me of my own emotions when i was 19..20..21..22??? why do only girls have these missing bambi eyes and broken hearts after weeks or months of waiting for beloved lads to visit again… it is a rhetorical question of course, the years pass and from the fog of naive hormonal love comes out the sceptical cow too lazy to miss anyone for more than a week.
    thats my experience at least…
    sad.

  5. Darrenon 04 Jun 2009 at 4:11 pm

    @Jo Nah, I’m not that bad.

    @Blondie Oh, not laziness, just experience. Maybe cynicism? I dunno – I have an overly romantic view of the world and even I think it’s not worth seeming desperate in the face of inevitability. (does that seem a little harsh?)

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