"Plaid Dad" was born. He earned that after my first visit to his humble abode where reality crashed against the shore of my fantasy. The man I discovered there bore little resemblance to the hot shot pilot who stood so close to me, my skin tingled.
Given the amount of booze being tossed back and the light show outside from nearby thunderstorms, we had morphed into a rocking Club 737 at 40,000'. The only thing missing was a pole in the aisle.
If this is the experience of four women sitting in a small corner of the pool table of the universe, what is the collective experience of women world-wide? "Sexless in Seattle," Vanessa said.