Where's the Hottie?

"Where are all the hotties?"
A friend and I were in conversation on IM when he typed this phrase to me. What were we talking about? Flying. Somehow even though we are both frequent flyers, we always have bad luck when it comes to seating companions.

There are 3 things that can make a flight bearable. The first is free wine, lots of it. Second is an AVOD player with an extensive entertainment options. Third is a good seat companion. My friend and I are both single and would enjoy an attractive travel buddy for the trip every once in a while. It helps break up the monopoly of elderly old women and pimply teen boys that we usually get placed next to.

He stated he has never been seated next to a good-looking girl, and I replied that I had only had a cutie to share a flight with once. We both pondered this mystery. When walking through any mall in the world, I am usually surrounding by attractive people of both genders. Yet, when walking onto a plane, the dynamics suddenly change. What happened? Do beautiful people not fly? Do only ugly people have a need to travel?

Hmmm....the eternal unanswerable question remains. One that even rivals the age-old mystery of where missing socks go once they are put into the dryer. The unanswerable question: "Where are all the hotties?"