I'm sitting in the San Jose airport waiting for my zone (5) to be called, wishing I'd spent the $100 on the upgrade to first class just so I could be sure to get both my carry-ons on board. I'm wearing my typical airport schlub-wear (loose jeans, tennis shoes, a t-shirt and a button-down plaid shirt whose saving graces include being warm and having two pockets but firmly excludes fashion). As I watch zones 1,2 & 3 pass by me... I smile at a cute guy and he offers to let me join his 'party' (thus getting on the plane early)!
*goggle* Seriously. This never works for me. Other, pretty people, sure. But not me, dressed in really comfy unattractive clothes, looking jealous.
*goggle* Seriously. This never works for me. Other, pretty people, sure. But not me, dressed in really comfy unattractive clothes, looking jealous.
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Date: 2006-06-13 11:43 am (UTC)*snort*
But not me, dressed in really comfy unattractive clothes, looking jealous.
it has nothing to do with your clothes - you could have been wearing a floorlength burlap sack, with that smile. and it doesn't hurt that you are, dammit, also beautiful.
(besides, i've seen you in your airport shlubwear, remember? you practically radiate "comfy and happy". who would you rather stand in line with - christian slater with a smile, or a brad pitt with a bad attitude?)
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Date: 2006-06-13 03:33 pm (UTC)