My Love Alone Is Not Enough

The following conversation took place in Kathmandu airport between myself, Grant Wyeth, and the Yeti Airlines hostess I met on a flight to Meguali. The two of us were waiting in the departure lounge preparing to make our way to Melbourne to start our new life together.

Grant Wyeth:This is exciting, isn't it? It's going to be awesome!

Yeti Airlines Hostess: Yeah, I guess so.

GW: You don't sound too enthused. Brighten up, sweet cheeks! We are going to have the time of our lives. You and I, living our life together. Forever! And ever!

YAH: I'm...I'm not sure whether I can come.

GW: Of course you can! There won't be any visa problems. The immigration officials can't deny our love. They wouldn't dare come between us.

YAH: No, what I mean is, I don't think I want to move to Melbourne.

GW: WAH?

YAH: I just don't know whether I'm ready for the big city lifestyle, with its drive-thru movie theatres and all-night cocktail bars... I'm just a simple village girl. This is just all too overwhelming for me. I feel I've been too ambitious.

GW: Come on now, don't be like that. You'll love it. It'll just take some getting used to. Give it some time, soon enough you'll be sipping double soy frapacuccios and going to rave dancing parties like a natural!

YAH: No, you don't understand. This is my home here. These are my people. Sure, I have an interest in the wider-world, but considering moving to Melbourne with you has opened my eyes to how much I actually love this country. This place is my first love. I have to stay here.

GW: So that's it then? After everything we had, the way we had passionate intercourse underneath the moonlight and held each other tight and whispered "We'll never be alone again", now you're dumping me for this dump? Baby, you don't know what you're missing. You could have had it all...microwave ovens, electric toothbrushes... but you blew it! You blew it.

YAH: I've got to go. I need to get back to my village. I'm so sorry.

[Yeti Airlines hostess starts to run off towards the exit]

GW: I don't believe this. Where are you going? [shouting] Get back here! You're not even going to reimburse me for your ticket? You think I'm made of money?!

And that was the last I saw of her. I didn't bother chasing after her for the money. I figured it worth paying for the extra seat than giving her the satisfaction of thinking we were even. She played me like a sucker fool. Told me everything I wanted to hear and then slapped me in the face just when I thought things couldn't get more perfect. I spent the whole time back to Melbourne with my head in my hands. I didn't even want to look at another air hostess. It was obvious that I had some uncontrollable attraction to ladies of that profession, but I'd been burnt twice now, and I don't think my heart could survive another time.