2.3.22 - Frontier flight from SLC to Denver

Denver CO

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This is a loooooong shot, but fuck it. Row 18. I was middle seat -- you were aisle. At some point you whipped out a pack of gum. I should have taken that opportunity to break the ice and ask for a piece, but didn't want to be *that guy*. Hell, you even glanced over as you were taking it out, as if you were going to offer one to me - but I pretended you didn't even exist. Sorry about that. I did the same thing every other time you glanced over during the flight. You: Dirty blonde (?) Gorgeous wavy/curly hair, Vans, VS Pink leggings, and an oversized hoodie (I think), a Wells Fargo computer bag and one very anxious bouncy right leg. When we got off the flight, I wanted to avoid taking the train - so I made my way up an escalator to take the walking bridge. Midway up the escalator I glanced back to see where you were (Hell, maybe you were following me) -- at that moment, you came into my line of sight and we made eye contact. I thought about making a subtle gesture to let you know that I see you. But didn't. If you're reading this --- which movie did you put on during our flight?