May 13, 2012
The Peter Graves-handsome pilot smiles at me as he strides by and turns his head to continue smiling as he passes. Is it my adorable bell-sleeved leaf-print jacket, teal suede maryjane slingbacks, fresh magenta-ish manicure/pedicure, brown and aqua dot carryon suitcase, multicolored dotted laptop back? Clearly I hang out almost entirely with gay men, since these are the things I think a man would be noticing about me. This is the pilot, though, right, the one who's supposed to be Clint Eastwood manly, not a fey flight attendant who takes great pleasure in miming oxygen deprivation during the pre-flight presentation.