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It was an awkward situation. You were seated in 18B and I was in 18D, but the guy on the aisle was obviously trying to monopolize your conversation. So we were reduced to eye contact and seductive smiles. I was the tall salt and peppered haired gentleman with the closely cropped beard in the pressed white shirt and khaki slacks. You were the very stylish woman in the loosely fitting print dress that did wonders for your shape. (We should both have been sitting in first class.) When I could get a word in we discussed favorite restaurants in Palm Springs. I'm sorry that I got caught on the phone when we pulled up to the gate. You escaped before I could get your number, and I couldn't find you in the terminal
Perhaps we could continue that conversation some Happy Hour here in Seattle.
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