Back in the Saddle
Well it is 7:20, and I am sitting in the middle of the airport with my ridiculously overpriced bottle of water (R.O.B.W) contemplating life. At 12 oz for $3.00, it better be water that makes me thinner, smarter, and married to Tom Brady. Never one to let an opportunity for random blog musings go unfulfilled, I have broken out my computer.
Reflexively, I always check out the people who I get on a plane with, after all you never know who you are going to be plummeting to your death with.
As I sit here with R.O.B.W my mind wanders to the myth of the airplane hottie. You know the great hope of every flight: that you will get seated next to a hot guy/girl on the plane. You will chat, exchange numbers etc…. after all what is a more low pressure situation then talking to someone with the knowledge that in 3 hours you never have to see them again unless you want to. I am here today to dispel said myth. When has it ever happened to you, personally, I mean we have all heard the stories, but that’s what they are stories… just like the story of the mythical unicorn or the rarer “guy who likes talking on the phone.” Now before anyone sends me random emails I realize there are hot people in the world, those people have ridden on planes before, therefore the lore of the airplane hottie is true. Except it is not, every time that I get on a plane, I get stuck with 3 people: the old (fat) man, the late 20’s/early 30’s career guy in khaki’s
Aside, as a rule, I FREAKING hate khaki pants…they look like someone let you out of suburbia in an ill fitting school uniform. Um, what about ill fitting slightly dirty colored pants and a wrinkled generic Costco brand polo sounds like a good plan. Not to mention, this apparently is the uniform of the Northwest, and frat guys the world over, so I get to spend the next 5 days seeing it over and over and over…
As pleasant a digression that was, lets jump back on point, where was I? Ah yes, early career guy, who looks like his workouts consist of lifting the fork to his face and who spends the whole dang flight talking to me (or more specifically talking to my boobs) about… his car, his job or his fraternity. And the married family guy, my favorite of the three, because all he wants to do is read his magazine or talk about his kids. Oddly enough, I never get seated next to girls.
This flight I am apparently going to be sitting next to a man in Khaki’s, a Red Polo and a Santa hat… I will let you know how it goes, but I am pretty sure he wants to talk to me about the good ol'days at the alma mater.
Reflexively, I always check out the people who I get on a plane with, after all you never know who you are going to be plummeting to your death with.
As I sit here with R.O.B.W my mind wanders to the myth of the airplane hottie. You know the great hope of every flight: that you will get seated next to a hot guy/girl on the plane. You will chat, exchange numbers etc…. after all what is a more low pressure situation then talking to someone with the knowledge that in 3 hours you never have to see them again unless you want to. I am here today to dispel said myth. When has it ever happened to you, personally, I mean we have all heard the stories, but that’s what they are stories… just like the story of the mythical unicorn or the rarer “guy who likes talking on the phone.” Now before anyone sends me random emails I realize there are hot people in the world, those people have ridden on planes before, therefore the lore of the airplane hottie is true. Except it is not, every time that I get on a plane, I get stuck with 3 people: the old (fat) man, the late 20’s/early 30’s career guy in khaki’s
Aside, as a rule, I FREAKING hate khaki pants…they look like someone let you out of suburbia in an ill fitting school uniform. Um, what about ill fitting slightly dirty colored pants and a wrinkled generic Costco brand polo sounds like a good plan. Not to mention, this apparently is the uniform of the Northwest, and frat guys the world over, so I get to spend the next 5 days seeing it over and over and over…
As pleasant a digression that was, lets jump back on point, where was I? Ah yes, early career guy, who looks like his workouts consist of lifting the fork to his face and who spends the whole dang flight talking to me (or more specifically talking to my boobs) about… his car, his job or his fraternity. And the married family guy, my favorite of the three, because all he wants to do is read his magazine or talk about his kids. Oddly enough, I never get seated next to girls.
This flight I am apparently going to be sitting next to a man in Khaki’s, a Red Polo and a Santa hat… I will let you know how it goes, but I am pretty sure he wants to talk to me about the good ol'days at the alma mater.
posted by Shanelle at 7:36 PM
3 Comments:
This is perfect, this gives me something to talk to women on planes about other than my car, my job and my frat. "One of my friends has a theory on meeting people in planes..."
I will say in the last 300k air miles, I've only gotten about 5 numbers. That's one number every 60k airmiles. Given I was affraid of women for the first 150k miles, but even at every 30k miles that's less often than a frequent flyer ticket.
Maybe american airlines should have a promo offer with match.com where you sit next to 'potentially compatible people' on all flights. Ahhh Synergy.
Indeed. Let's pitch it... we would make GAGILLIONS... which as you know is a lot of money.
We could spend it all at Banana Republic. Yay.
I know this is a way late comment - but I just read through your blog and I thought to mention this. One of my good friends from high school married a girl he met on an airplane.
Yes indeed. And he was/is a HOTTIE. They both are rather attractive actually.
But it has never happened to me. I always get seated next to screaming children.
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