Girl on a Plane (long, awesome)

Great story, Red Barchetta. Have a good time on your date!

Wanna know how big a dork I am? Some years ago, I spent a pleasant afternoon on a train, chatting up a fetching young lady who happened to be going to my city and my college (I had graduated a year before, she was still in). We laughed. We had the same major. We had some of the same favorite teachers. We liked the same books. Ahh, the romance of train travel. I gave her a ride to her dorm. And then…said goodbye. I completely wussed out. I got back to my place and proceeded to apply my foreheard directly to the wall.

Strike that. Reverse it. :smack:

So, does she like motorcycles, too? Have you already used that ace? Chicks dig the biker guys, ya know! :wink:

Holy crap, you remember that? I did whip out the motorcycle card, and she mentioned that she enjoys riding passenger, w00t.

So yeah, I’ll prolly call her tonight and let you all know what happens.

Of course I remember that – we all have to stick together. Ride or die, my friend!

I can’t believe you lucked out to this extent. “So…you wanna come over and check out my ride?” You are so set. :wink:

My parents met on an hour-long flight and got married four months later.

This year’ll be their 33rd (?) anniversary.

Just sayin’.

(Good luck!)

Now let’s just hope that it isn’t a whole bunch of adieu about nothing.

Was her husband home when you dropped her off?

I didn’t start travelling until after I got married, but a few years ago a young lady I was sitting next to on a Washington-Toronto flight was obviously trying to pick me up. Really nice girl and all. I couldn’t understand why she wasn’t turned off by my wedding ring. I figured out later that the reason it didn’t turn her off was that I had left it on my dresser, and so wasn’t easily visible from inside an airplane.

So it’s actually not that unbelievable a story. You just never know, do ya? One quirk of fate here, one there, and you could have ended up married to a different person.

Alright, I called and left a message. It’s now offically out of my hands. Tune in next week to find out what happens next! :wink:

Call back tomorow.

This scene from Swingers made me more uncomfrtable than any other in all movie history.

I’m not even going to click on the link. My nuts are retreating into my body cavity like the head of a frightened turtle just thinking about it. :frowning:

Buy her a copy of Freakanomics.

No, it is not out of your hands, unless you drop the ball!

The thing is, if you set it up in your mind to keep track of whose turn it is to call whom, you started playing a game that can only be lost, never won.

Call her back, if she gives you enough time to want to call her back. Don’t leave another message, but, if she answers be open about it. You want to talk to her. That shouldn’t be a secret.

Tris