[McClain]

Flight from Minneapolis to Dulles -- m4w - 25

We flew out of St. Paul to Dulles. You were the gorgeous brunette sitting in 17B. I was seated a few rows behind you in 19E. I was the guy sitting next to the lady in the aisle seat. You know, the lady with The Hair?! The Jewish Roseanne?! No, that wasn’t my wife, although it might have appeared so because she had to fix my luggage in the overhead compartment. Turbulence is a bitch!
Rest assured that this woman was just being gracious and we have no relationship. Every time she’d lean over to make conversation with me you would look back and I just knew that you thought we were a couple. But we’re not! I didn’t even like what we were talking about! I think was about Scoville Units or Scottish Eunuchs. I don’t remember. Forget about that skank.
I’m sure our eyes connected on several occasions. As you could tell it was difficult for me to see you because I was in the middle seat and my only view of you was through a crack in the seats in front of me. But I did my best to cast my gaze in your direction for minutes at a time. Could you feel the sensation, too? I know you noticed me peering over the seats in front of me. You like, no?
I’m the one with the green eyes.