Once in a life time or just the beginning ?

I was in Geneva Airport on Saturday afternoon dropping off a very good friend, when it happened. Some would call it destiny, others would say it was fate, I know quite a few people who would simply say that I'm insane (although I'm not sure that is relevant on this occasion) or perhaps the simple truth is I imagined the whole thing as a result of the first fondue of the year, an overdose on a fabulously tasty 18 year old Cognac and four H.Upmann Magnum 50 EL's in a row (enough to put hair on any man's (or in this case, woman's) chest) the night before. Whether it actually happened (as this may never be confirmed, due to my inability to find the hairy chested woman present the night before) or not, the global experience will forever mark me as one of the single most important meetings of my life. A chance meeting, ('do you come ....to the airport....this airport, here...often ?' or 'what is a girl like you doing in an airport like this ?') with a passing stranger, who in my eyes instantly became the personification of Perfection. For 20 min (which at the time felt like hours and later seemed like a fleeting 30 seconds, thus confirming Einstein's theories of Relativity, which is nice) I floated, lost in an ocean of happiness. As I stumbled, awkwardly from useless fact to bad joke, mixing up punch lines with the highest recorded speed of a sneeze (400mph), I realized the woman sitting opposite me had pierced me right down to the deepest part of my right atrioventicular valve (rather like an episode of CSI - Miami). Then she up and flew out of my life. How many occasions in a lifetime do you meet the perfect person ? Maybe it will just be the once and just for 20 minutes, but as a fellow countryman of mine once said, 'better to have loved and lost, then never have loved at all'.