Yeah, I saw you and remember you. I specifically went to the back of the plane and sat in the middle seat so you could have the window. Already had the blanket from the overhead bin spread across my lap and everything. Rather than doing what our eye lock had agreed upon, you sat like ten rows in front of me and I had to sit next to a fat sweaty programmer. At least he understood the blanket thing. I still have interest, but since you sat around for two weeks flicking your bean thinking of me, I have kept on moving and shaking my life. I take that flight every Friday. Drive to Dallas, buy a ticket and meet me again. This time I will be wearing my white coaches polo, khaki cargo shorts and flip flops. Please check in early, or pay for advance check in. I don't need Dennis Nedry reaching up under my blanket again. See you soon.