Every time I fly, and every time I use the lavatory in the airplane, I wonder just how in the heck any couple could perform sexually in a space so small. Outside of oral sex on either person and some groping, I just don’t see doing the nasty in the confines of something so small as being anything other than a feat for contortionists.
No one I know has ever done it there, but this is not a question to ask someone you just met. " Hi, Mary Smith, are you a member of the Mile High Club. Please to meet you."
Perhaps 2 people out of a million have actually had intercourse on a commercial airline - far too many people. Most members I’ve met gained their “membership” on a private jet. I joined the club on a small charter flight from Istanbul to Munchen. Sunrise over Asia - darling german fraulein - and complementary gin & tonics. I have a card, secret handshake and everything.
I was piloting a little Cessna 172, with my (now ex-) girlfriend in the right seat, from Harris Ranch to Reid-Hillview airport in California. We were cruising at 5,500 feet, and so were technically over a Mile High.
For some reason, she didn’t want to join the mile high club with me. Something about being afraid I’d lose control of the plane.
The truth, as always, is more complicated than that.
Is it the STATUTE Mile High Club, or the NAUTICAL Mile High Club? If you have to be a nautical mile high, that’s 6076.11549 feet; so my altitude of 5500 feet wouldn’t have been enough to qualify even if she had done the horizontal lambada with me.
The truth, as always, is more complicated than that.