Ashamed

Oh dear. Oh my.

I took my first plane ride this past weekend. I didn't get lost at the airport like I just knew I would, and I followed all of the Internet rules for etiquette. I tried really hard not to have a death grip on my arm rest during take-off, but I really didn't succeed all that well. I got seated next to a hot guy and was like "oh my god he's hot this rocks."
But I did what you said and I tried not to speak to him. It was cool though, he started up a conversation and we ended up talking for the whole flight. He was clean, intelligent and not even crazy. Having some laughs really took away the total nervous stomach thing I was developing. He was totally great, so Shawn or Sean in Denver, THANK YOU.

I understand that that isn't the norm for you guys, so I do feel lucky.
There was one thing that cracked me up, there was this kinda big-O-booty mexican lady that kept walking up and down the isle to check on her kids that she wasn't seated next to, like every 5 minutes. She had to walk sideways and she was pretty touchy feely so either you got her but rubbing against your face or you got the other side. The other side was where it got great, she apparently felt the need to put her hand on the shoulder of every person she walked by. It was like duck duck goose or something and this one old white guy was really starting to freak out about it. She didn't stink and actually had a nice perfume so her butt rub on my head was almost worth seeing all of the hand touch people spaz.

Oh. Ok. Well I need to get to the point I guess, but I still feel kind of bad about myself. Before we boarded all of the people were you know, sitting around and waiting and stuff so of course I was looking around checking them out. And here's the thing. There were a couple of men that were Arab looking. I have no clue what so ever what their heritage really was, I just knew that they looked ... well.. you know. They sat next to me in the waiting area, so I of course smiled and said hi, and went on reading my book. But shame on my terrible soul all I could think was that they were... I'm sorry I can't even type it I'm too ashamed. You know damn well what I mean. And that's just wrong and I knew it sitting there that it was wrong, but I couldn't stop myself. I had a full on silent freak out and even called my boyfriend to tell him I love him one last time. I sat there chastising myself for thinking so awful, and realizing that it must really suck donkey balls for anybody that looks like that to fly. Thankfully if anybody else was freaking out, they had some tack and also kept it to themselves. At least there is that.

So yeah, I suck, and I am kind of wonder if anybody else sux too. Come on, really, does anybody else still flip out? Even a little? I'd really like to know. Ok, sorry to disappoint but there it is.