Your Husband Followed Me Off a Plane to my Hotel Room
The third part of my sorted tale of traveling while crude and intoxicated
Pt. 1: Anonymous Conversations with Men
Pt. 2: Sex, Sleepy Eyes and Sweatpants
I was on my final leg to Los Angeles. I had evaded the horny, tipsy married men crowding around me at the airport bar.
I slipped into my flight and found myself next to an extraordinarily handsome black man. I will call him Idris.
He appeared professional and initially listened politely to my story of what happened moments before. He tried to curb my content and volume initially but soon indulged me with big brown eyes and a deep lean in for details on all my shenanigans.
I liked Idris because he was married and loved his wife. He showed me her picture and she was a beautiful Latina with many beautiful children. Leaning back, I continued to tease him with stories believing I was next to the one loyal husband in the Las Vegas area.
I was wrong.
Idris offered me a ride to my hotel off the flight. I was fine with Lyft and refused but he delightfully followed me off the flight and slowly herded me to his humble, compact car. It was an older model and there were papers and fast food…
