DesiPundit

Plus it’s not like you’re in a relationship or something. Say she passes you your lunch tray. Say you exchange a few smiles. Say at some point you say “Excuse me” and pass her on your way to the restroom (there’s an association of ideas you want!). Say you get lucky and she needs to be taught how to buckle her seat-belt. Say you decide to live dangerously and offer her your newspaper after you’re done with it. It’s not exactly Antony and Cleopatra, is it? I mean, compared to this, watching your clothes tumble in the dryer next to hers would be wildly carnal. And what are the odds that she’s going to get off at the first stop-over and leave behind a little note with the words “We’ll always have Seat 14 A and 14 B”?

Falstaff can’t understand the male fascination with having a good-looking woman sit next to you on a flight.