I was on a flight almost exactly a month ago from Charlottesville to Baltimore. I never stare at a girl. Ever. I'm better than that.

...I put on sunglasses and steal sly glances ...like a gentleman.

I couldn't not. It was like my eyes weren't my own. What even was that woman? I'm still not convinced she was real. She was one of the last ones on the flight, in an exit row (why do I remember that?) and I kept trying to move my attention to my phone, to the window anything else while she was boarding and putting up her bag.

Made me understand the legends about sirens. If I were the pilot we would have crashed, no question. I'm not sure we ever would have made it off the ground. I'd have forgotten to pull up and we'd have immediately ended up in the trees...

I grew up in southern CA, 5 minutes from the beach... I grew up around beautiful women and I'm even, arguably, an attractive dude... but nothing prepared me for that... my brain ceased all brain-ing.

I can't even fantasize about her since she was just so unreal with how attractive she was but I absolutely remember her like she's standing right in front of me.

When we got off the plane I just wanted to walk by and say hello but I was so fixated on trying to act normal that I knew I stood no chance at accomplishing it and just strolled on by...