I really love being single sometimes. My friend's friend is in town from Iraq on military spring break (?), and we've been hitting it off the past few days. I'm not really that into him because he wears cargo pants, but he's really nice and easy to talk to. We were at the bar last night, and he was talking about his trip to Mammoth the previous day. I asked him if he drove and he said no, he flew. I said I hate flying and he asked why. I told him I never got a window seat and I love to look out the window the entire flight. And then he was like, "I can get you a window seat..."

I looked at him, puzzled. Then he explained that he FLEW HIS PLANE TO MAMMOTH. I'm sorry, I don't just assume that when people say they flew, that they flew their OWN PLANE. And then he was all, "Want to go flying with me?"

Do I want to go flying with you? Are you shitting me? Of COURSE I want to go flying with you! So we're going tomorrow. WTF, guys? How slick is that? And it was totally improvised. I mean, he didn't know I was going to say the thing about the window seat. He must've been saving that one for the specific verbal situation it called for, which was the one we created.

Of course I'll never hear the end of "Air head" and Mile High Club jokes from everyone else, but I can deal with that because I'm not going to fuck him. But man, I'm sure he'll have auto pilot....just kidding DON'T HAVE SEX WITH STRANGERS.

Oh, P.S...If you ever want to win me over, call me "babe."