I'd like to report that

pheromones can change karma.

I was on a plane yesterday sitting in the exit row (more leg room) and of course

the pretty redhead freckled large-breasted tight-skirted attendant had to lecture us on our responsibilities should

bin-Laden be hiding in the bathroom with shoes loaded with secret weapons.

You could tell she was not into her

role. She had the overall aspect of a woman who was inwardly blaming a man for something. Perhaps it was all

men... for checking her out as they came onto the plane, like I did. Maybe she just hated me for

patting her bottom. Just kidding.

I was wearing a couple drops of 3G with a dab of A7 applied an hour or so

before, thinking that I might be sitting next to Andie McDowell. Steve was a disappointment, though a nice guy.



Anyway, as our redhead was standing over me giving instructions, she kept looking at me. A look or two later we

made eye contact and I gave her a winning smile. She cocked her head a little an let a little twinkle escape from

her eye as she managed a small smile. She was mine!

I suppose the pheromones drifted up to her cute little sharp

nose because from that moment on she was all over me. She must have asked every 15 mins if I wanted something, all

smiley and accommodating. It was obvious enough that Steve joked that I must be a movie star.

I wished it were

a longer flight.