Insert John Denver Lyrics Here

Through the yard of man purses and sea of husbands taking pictures of their wives in an airport waiting chair, I crossed my fingers. Praying, hoping, wishing that this would be the day that I finally sit next to the man who would make my mashed potatoes fluffier, Will Ferrell movies funnier, and my flight, a little less tiresome.

And there he was. A tall guy in glasses. A business man I gather. I could only see him from the side because yet another couple was busy snapping photos. My heart jumped a little when I saw him make his way toward the gate when the intercom shouted for World Class Elite customers. He's a frequent flyer! When my row number was called, I hurried to the gate, hoping that he'd be the one I'd have the Fight Club airplane dilemma with: Ass or Crotch?

No such luck. Couldn't get a good look because he was too busy storing his briefcase under the seat.

My single tab of Dramamine put me right to sleep. I woke up just as the plane was landing. My first layover. As we were exiting, I noticed that he was lagging behind. I hopped along, hoping to get a glimpse of my frequent flier in glasses. Oh...not as cute as I imagined.

And so, my mid-flight love affair ended silently in my brain as I looked for my next target.