I went inside the airport confused with this letter in my hand. Why do I need another letter with instructions? Isn't Kyle going with me? I looked around the airport hoping that he would pop out from the corners and scream "Surprise!" But he didn't. There was no sign of Kyle at all. This was when my excitement turned into bewilderment.

The American Airlines electronic kiosk had "Domestic Flights" written above it. I asked myself, but I'm going to Paris? So, I proceeded to the counter. Besides, I would feel more comfortable talking to a real person anyway.

The lady behind the counter looked very cheery and had a huge smile, "How can I help you?" she asked. Armed with just my passport, I said "Um, you see, I'm supposed to go to Paris…um, it's a surprise…and…I don't really have a confirmation number…but I have instructions to use E-ticket booth (pointing to my letter), but … um, it's only for domestic flights." Her smile quickly turned into a serious puzzled look. Oh no, I thought, I must have sounded like an idiot.

With a no-nonsense voice she answered, "Ma'am, we have hundreds of flights flying every morning; and you don't know which flight you're on? Also, you have to have a credit card or something to use the E-ticket booth." Before she could even tell me that I was crazy, I just said "Oh, ok, I'll just try it." I quickly turned around and headed for the kiosk, when I saw her call security and was pointing at me. Shit, am I in trouble now? I was about to type in my name at the booth, when the security approached me and said, "Ma'am, we'll help you over here" pointing to another counter. The gentleman at the counter took my passport and typed something on the keyboard. "Ah, there you are…we found your flight, you're flying via New York." Thank God, I thought. It was all coming together. I chatted with him about the situation and this time, he seemed amused and delighted with my story. He proceeded to give me my tickets and boarding pass, when I once again thought to myself "Where the heck is Kyle?" so I asked, "Do you think you can check something for me?" "Sure." he said. "Can you see if a certain Kyle Bolton is on this same flight?" He typed in the name and replied "Nope. There is no reservation under the name Kyle Bolton on this flight."

WHAT?!? Am I going by myself? This is impossible! I was starting to panic with many thoughts flying in my head at once. Is Kyle sending me off by myself to Paris? Did he think I needed a break from work or something? But it's our anniversary! Where is he? I was going MAD.

I walked slowly towards the security check while wondering if I should go in or not. I needed to call someone. I tried Kyle at his apartment. There was no answer of course. He conveniently turned off his answering machine too. Fishy. I called his brother Scott; he would know what's going on. "Scott, where is Kyle?" I asked. " How would I know? At work? " he answered quickly. "Well, I'm at the airport, he's supposed to take me to Paris, but he's not here." I explained the surprise briefly and continued to say "But if he's not going with me, I'd rather not go at all. I'm not going through security until I know where he is!" He heard the panic in my voice and tried to assess the situation, "Well, what did the note say anyway?" Wait a minute. I didn't tell him about the note, the letter, and the instructions. He's in on it. I knew it! "Scott, I didn't tell you about the note!" "Jamie," he began, "Get on the freakin' plane. Don't ask. Just get on the damn flight!" Click.