Blind Date

So today I had to fly from Atlanta to Seattle for business. I go to either Portland or Seattle once a month now for a week at a time. I miss the time away from home and it's pretty lonely in the hotels but It's also a way for me to continue to live the solitary life that I tend to crave. Not that I want to be in the singles scene at all. I love my fiance dearly, I just feel like an animal that's been tamed. I know that the food is good and the shelter and love is consistent but man I miss the wind in my mane when I used to run through the open land..... anyway, I digress. 

I had boarded the plane and as I waited to find out who my seat mate would be I found myself judging people as they came down the aisle. I know it isn't right, I wouldn't want to be judged but there I was rating the passersby. Too old, too young, probably a nose breather... I find myself getting nervous like I'm waiting for a blind date. What if they don't like me? What if they're better at in flight trivia than I am? *gasp* what if they don't even like in flight trivia?! Well my seat mate pulled a fast one on me by coming up from the back of the plane. I had no judge time because out of nowhere BAM there he was. He was not too young, not too old and he even forgave me when I berated him for not giving me proper time to give him the once over. He played In Flight Trivia and was not as good as me. Perfect. I even slept with him. For about an hour and a half, with my mouth open. Who am I to judge others?