It would have to be Arthur Drake from Birmingham, Alabama. Met on a flight from Dallas to Louisville, via Atlanta, where he boarded. We talked the entire flight like two old friends and I f fell madly in love. He was 14 years older, however, and married, so it was doomed. He was going to Louisville on a big construction project. I was living there at the time. I never saw him again, though I wrote poetry about him for months afterward! Sigh.