Never bringing up that one time in the server room but it's fresh in my mind. The sexual tension is building as we flirt and laugh. Time goes by Shann...n gets the flight attendant's attention and requests a blanket. The attendant is gracious enough and brings the blanket. I ask Shannon if she is cold, covering herself she smiles that crooked smile, and says I have another plan. Under the blanket, I hear a zipper being undone. Shannon pulls my hand under the blanket and I feel warm flesh where. She could've taken that wrong. But she didn't. It was, instead, the first time I made her giggle, and she said, "I, sir, am the EXCEPTION that proves the rule!"Indeed! We had a good conversation and a good meal and I had their idea of a community explained to me: Alan and Tina, Cindy and Dan, and Susan, at least through college. I looked at Susan. She was maybe five-three or five-four, chin height to me. Yes, blonde hair, straight, shoulder-length, and no darkness at the part like she'd. As snotty as they seem, they still intrigue me. Lean, slender, elegantly, elegantly coiffured women of all ages seem to be able to walk with their noses in the air; unseeing men around them. Others are on their cell phones; oblivious to anybody around them. Is it them or me? As a young man, driving a Porsche or Corvette, I thought I could approach almost any woman I was interested in. Now, in my seventies, they hardly see me. Occasionally I am amused / mildly insulted when an attractive sacker. "You okay?" The sound is pure masculine honey - Tupelo, not orange blossom. I look up from the rips in my favorite sweatshirt's cuff, and a surge of lightheadedness nearly causes another collapse.Inches away stands the workman indirectly responsible for my wipeout - Adonis, looking scrumptiously rustic in casual clothes and talking to me as if he hadn't seen my frosted nipples yesterday--Yikes!My face could boil enough lobster to feed the entire Bush compound from now until Christmas Prelude.