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.
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