My life as an awkward airfare

There is something fantastic about airports. For some reason there is always an air of romance. Every time I walk through the terminal of an an airport, whether coming or going, there is always a man with a big bouquet of flowers, a woman itching to see the man she loves, kids running around waiting for daddy. No fail, every time I fly I think of two things. a) I hope we crash on some remote Island and have to fight the others and b) I hope when I get off the plane there's a man waiting, ready to wrap me in his arms, twirl me around and give me an extremely inappropriate public display of affection. Now, I hear your supposed to have a boyfriend for said action but i'm not fussy.
Knowing my love for the airport scene, an ex of mine planned to pick me up with the whole bit but unfortunately, my mom told him the wrong terminal. There was one day though, by which the airport was not the epitome of romance and love. It was a "hell" of a hot day in Virginia. I had just finished summer school and couldn't wait to get back to Phoenix. Just before getting into my airport sweats (I always freeze on airplanes), I jumped in a pool and still wet got into the car. A close buddy of mine offered to drive me two hours to the Richmond Airport. We had quite a lovely chat the whole way. We stumbled on the topic of dating and I explained my views, which at the time was 'never will I ever'. We continued our journey and finally made our arrival to Richmond. I lugged my two large suitcases, duffel, purse and longboard to check in. Come to find out, I was two pounds over. At this point I'm already dying of a heat stroke, you could cut the humidity with a spoon, and I was tired and aggravated from not sleeping at all the night before. Not only did I have to pack for the summer but I had to pack up my entire house because I was moving out that day. We finally moved around enough stuff and I was off to my gate. I gave my friend an appreciative hug and headed to security. It was Friday evening and the security line was filled with overworked businessmen. Halfway through the line, I'm sweaty, tired, grumpy and already sick of dragging fifty pounds of luggage around. All of a sudden I hear "Jodi!". I turn around just as the security line is moving again. I adjust my belongings and reply "yes". My gentleman friend had decided that this was the time to confess his feelings. Now? i thought to myself, just after I explained my disdain for dating. In a full airport, while I'm trying to move my shit from a to b. Clearly sweaty, tired and grumpy and now nauseated and embarrassed, 200 businessmen are staring at me, not only waiting for me to move my fifty pounds of luggage but kinda waiting for my response. I again move my stuff through the line and say. "Thanks....(pause) hey I think I left my phone in your car", this last part by the way was not true. I now feel awful. This guy drove two hours for nothing and will now have a two hour ride home to think about it. Flabbergasted, our gentleman friend looks at me and says "I'll go look, if I find it I'll call your mom". I say bye and thank him again. I was just about to faint from what I suppose was a combo of being tired, sweaty, a case of nausea and now shock. The business man behind me mutters "tough break" and I realize that I've made the hugest mistake of my life. I jump the rope and run through gate B. False. Still feeling awful, I call him, tell him I'm really sorry for not responding appropriately. I let him know that I'm still not into dating and that his friendship means the world. To my surprise, he's still my friend! Although it wasn't quite a movie moment, it came pretty close. Kudos to you airport man!