Wow Justin. Chicago just doesn't seem to suit you. On top of that, it seems as if it's out to kill you--whether by car, weather, or pizza (but as for the latter, what a way to go). And sorry about the one post. I was hoping to get a little back and forth action. But as usual, you only want to take and never give. When you get back, we simply must work on your reach-around.
But all your talk about travel got me thinking about a topic that I think is basically an urban legend. However, it's talked about so much and even portrayed in the entertainment industry, that I think people think it actually happens. Personally, I would love to be proved wrong. I am talking, of course, about the Mile High Club.
Now don't get me wrong, I'm pretty sexually ambitious. I think I would consider myself just shy of an exhibitionist. I enjoy engaging in some sort of sexual act in places where I might get caught--movie theaters, dressing rooms, bathroom stalls, your mom's bed, etc. However, I have never done anything on an airplane. I don't even see how's possible.
Let's assume said sexual act will occur in the airplane lavatory, right? Well for one, it's always a big production when anyone goes to the bathroom. You have to parade in front of all the other passengers, and everyone knows where you're going. In addition, there are usually like 3-5 bathrooms on a plane, and it seems there is always a line. Or at least there's someone just starting at the "Occupied" sign just waiting for it to go off. Also, the door are always where everyone can see.
Secondly, those damn flight attendants always know what's going on during the flight. I think they even have a special training to prevent this sort of thing. I think it goes: a) learn the safety demonstration, b) practice your nice, but firm voice, c) always carry change for the booze, d) at all cost, keep horny couples out of the lavatories.
And lastly, just look at the size of these bathrooms. I believe they're even smaller than porta-potties. Of course, I do love a challenge. However, it would seem that most exciting part of having sex in there would just be to figure out the angles. Once you actually get to the sex part, it's like you've already decoded the puzzle. At that point, I think you just finish because you're already there.As you can see, I've been turning this over and over in my mind like some sort of busted engine with a dead battery (the mechanic reference were for my lesbians--holler!). The only possible solution I could come up with was to attempt it during an overnight flight. However, I would love to hear some stories from all of you. Anyone out there had a successful or (possibly more entertaining) unsuccessful Mile High Club anecdote to share?
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