airplanes scare the shit out of me. Whenever i drive, go out, travel, sit in class, i cant help but think how many ways i can die. Things like getting in an accident, being in class when someone hostile walks in, being in a bus when it rolls over... when i think this way, i cant help but think of how i could survive. Regarding airplanes though, there is no surviving a crash. And there are MANY ways an airplane can go down.
Yes, i have issues.
on a sexier note: Last summer, on my way to Amsterdam from London, a HOT British guy sat next to me in the plane (economy class, mind you). The two of us were using our armrests, with arms touching. I didnt care and he didnt see to mind either. Eventually we both fell asleep. When i woke up, i noticed i had a hard on. I looked over to my neighbor (still asleep), and he had a hard on. Pretty nice under those jeans.
on my way back from italy, to London, back to LA, i took a lunesta to go to school and was pretty much coma'd out. When i came too, i noticed i had a hard on. I think i probably had one for the majority of my 6 hour snooze. lol