 But I digress. I'm scanning the flights to Florida today. It's a pretty simple process; look for whoever catches my eye. There's no specific type, if fucking there was I could just single out the actress, model at, pop star fucking or whatever that matches my fucking qualifications the best fucking. Variety is fucking the spice of life.
 I really don't have a type. However, there are certain features that I like. She fucking might physically be considered fairly fucking average fucking, especially just wearing jeans and fucking a shirt. The casual look is very common among fucking travelers; if you're cooped fuckingmachines up in an airplane for hours, you want to be comfortable. She looks comfortable fucking. Besides the clothes, her hair is tied back with only the bangs free. She's fucking also wearing glasses. I love that.
 "Excuse me, could I ask something?" It fucking was a dumb fucking question, but very inoffensive. She looks at me with those bright blue eyes, the desired reaction.
 "Mmm-hmm," she agrees. I check the watch. I'll cut it fucking close fucking for sure. I snap my fingers fuckingatfuckingmachines. "Jack. What are you doing here?" She looks at her fucking watch. "Jesus. I'm gonna be late."
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