No- not like that. Jeeze, I’m going to be a married woman, I don’t go trolling in bars trying to get picked up.
What I’m actually talking about is the experience of getting picked up by someone you love at the airport. Whether it’s a fiance, mother, son, brother, etc. The experience is not one that I’m overly familiar with. In all honestly, I never flew too many places on my own before I was a working gal. However, in the recent years, I’ve been able to experience that exhilarating feeling of having someone wait for you at the arrivals baggage claim- and it’s amazing.