Splashing In Puddles of Sand

The Idea of Love (and Zach Braff)

I was once told by a teacher in highschool that I was in love with the idea of being in love. It was the most intellectual thing I had ever heard him say. I am. And I wont even try to deny it. Because I let my imagination take me away. It leads me to the strangest places and the most un-imaginable situations which are all...imagined. Makes sense? In my head everything does.

So that leads me to my Zach Braff sighting. (For all you ignorant un-blessed souls, Zach Braff is JD in Scrubs, and he's the brilliant mind behind, and in, Garden State!) I was sitting in London's Heathrow Airport waiting to board my delayed flight and I spot this scrubby looking guy (excuse the pun!) with the most amazing blue eyes. He was in jeans and a baseball cap and flip flops...obviously American because Europeans dont dress like that :) So we start making eye contact....we'll look at eachother, look away...look back after a while, get caught looking, look away....eventually our eyes would wander back to one another's...this happened for maybe half an hour. Then we board, we lose eachother...till we land. I see him in the first row, standing up waiting to get off the plane. He spots me...eye contact starts again. The first time he saw me we made eye contact and he looked away smiling...as if he was like I FOUND HER AGAIN! (At least that is what I was thinking!)

Then we lost eachother again...until we went through passport control. He was filling forms out (proving that he was American) and I got to walk through with my Irish passport. So we lose eachother again...on to baggage claim...I knew I would find him there again...bags usually take hours to come in Dublin Airport. Not this time. My bag was out before I could even wonder what I would say to him....I just knew I had to say something. I couldn't not talk to him...there was DEFINITELY something there. I could ask him if he was just visiting Ireland...or studying here....I could tell him he looked like Zach Braff...I could ask him if he needed to be shown around the city...or if he wanted to go get a coffee sometime...or to call me if he was feeling lonely...or if he wanted to marry me!

But my bag came. And I couldn't just stand there and wait for him. So I walked towards the exit...very slowly...stopping to go to the bathroom next to the conveyor belt, come out, search for my phone, put on lip gloss, fix my hair...do ANYTHING that would justify standing there a second longer waiting for him. But he never came. I never saw him again. In my head, that was love. In my mind, I fell in love. I WAS in love. I would, or at least I could, have loved him forever.

But that was all in my head. Watching Garden State yesterday it reminded me of my Zach Braff moment. I dont care if it was him or not, because who he was in my head was so much better than anyone could be in real life. I fell in love with Garden State the first time I saw it, even though I never got to see the end of it.

Watching the end of it yesterday made me fall even more in love with Andrew Largeman, and Zach Braff, and my imaginary Zach Braff, and the idea of love. It's out there somewhere...

...My Zach Braff is out there somewhere...

posted by Oreo @ 6:16 PM