And then there was fuckin’ Emily! One of my favorites, honey. Those Aussie accents. UNF!
A train? Ya’ don’t say! LOL. Yeah, it is amazing that in a few short sentences you conjured up a sentiment that I feel sometimes on planes. On my most recent plane ride, I had a blonde fit late-50s milf of the isle seat and a homely blonde on the window (yeah, I got to ride bitch; I didn’t book it).
Anyways, the tension that always exists when you are rubbing knees with somebody that you’d totally fuck in a perfect world is just hot. I absolutely love this idea. This feeling.
It is like getting a massage; in Pulp Fiction they talk about it and explore this sentiment better than I can do here. The idea, that there is this unspoken thing that happens once physical space is invaded and contact is made. I think the same holds true to some degree on a plane.
Thanks @then-there-was-me-emily for always being a loyal follower. You fuckin’ rock.