She was surrounded by a group of equally beautiful friends, and she told me she was very excited about her trip to the Bahamas with her boyfriend.
I remember exactly what she was wearing: tall, flat, brown Frye boots (long before they were in style), dark skinny Seven jeans, a black-and-white flannel-print linen shirt with the cuffs rolled up. A long, thin silver chain with a small pendant and gold aviator sunglasses. Her hair was straight and brown with highlights. Very slender, she looked beautiful.
As I was at the baggage claim in the Fort Lauderdale airport, waiting for my Thanksgiving-break luggage, we were just inches apart. Suddenly, she began talking to me with a slight Australian accent. I just happened to be the closest person to her getting my luggage as well--you know how airport conversations go.
Our entire interaction was very cordial. We talked about how long the luggage was taking and how the flight from Los Angeles was (little did I know that she was on my plane!). She was surrounded by a group of equally beautiful friends, and she told me she was very excited about her trip to the Bahamas with her boyfriend. This boyfriend, who I knew was Orlando Bloom from all the gossip magazines, was in the corner making a phone call.
As her group collected their baggage, she wished me a happy Thanksgiving; I did likewise, and she left to live her glorious life. I would have never had known it was her until the next week, when I opened _People_ magazine and saw pictures of Bloom and his girlfriend, Miranda Kerr, vacationing in the Bahamas.
I wish I had known that I was talking to an International Victoria's Secret Angel the entire time, but I guess our interaction would have been very different then.