Did you ask to me to dinner after flying from Den to Vancouver?

Total longshot, but sometimes the world is small and sometimes the internet is magic… so why not?

We were boarding a United flight from Denver to Vancouver on 1/31 and you(M) let me (F,30) go ahead in line. We ended up sitting beside each other, row 28, you in the middle seat, me in the aisle. You wrote in a notebook - lefthanded; I read most of the time.

We didn’t talk on the flight, but we smiled a lot, and I think we had some energy/spark. 

I presume you thought so too, because we walked to customs together and you asked me where we should go to dinner! Admittedly, I was caught off guard and didn’t successfully flirt back, but we talked a bit about skiing, and broken bones, and my desire to avoid them on account of working in surgery. 

You said you were from Florida and going to Whistler to ski with your brother. 

I told you I was from Ohio and was going to Vancouver and Seattle on vacation to see friends. 

I waved from across baggage claim but you didn’t see me, and we didn’t exchange names or info, so here we are!