judging a book

I have my eyes shut, trying to get an hour of sleep before my escape to San Francisco.  It doesn't matter though- sleeping, headphones, hoodie- people on planes just seem to want to talk.  The second the plane takes off, Homeboy next to me starts to chat me up.

I peek one eye open, figure he's cute enough, and decide that I could use the self-esteem boost after the last guy.  And, after all, it's only a one hour flight.




Here are the highlights from the conversation:

Plane Guy:  Yeah, actually, I'm 39.
Me:  Oh? 39?
Internal Me:  Guys, I know y'all said date older, but this is way older than the 25 year old.
Plane Guy: Yeah, I hear I don't really look it.
Me: Umm, yeah, no, not at all...

Plane Guy: So yeah, my daughter and I blahblahblah
Internal Me: Whoa! Daughter?
Me: Oh, how old is she?
Plane Guy: 19
Internal Me: Don't choke on your water

Me: What do you do for work?
Plane Guy: *laughs*
Me: Umm.. just so you know, you should never laugh when someone asks what you do for work
Plane Guy: I'm a professional skateboarder
Internal Me: Of course you are.  Doesn't any guy in LA have a real job?
Plane Guy: And I have company, too, related to boarding
Me: Wow, cool... I know nothing about skateboarding!
Internal Me: Yeah, ok, I know nothing about skateboarding...

We get off the plane and are heading our separate ways...
Plane Guy: I don't really know anyone here and don't have plans tonight.  I'm staying at the W Hotel if you want to look me up?
Me: Yeah, sure, maybe!
Internal Me: Yeah... suuure...


After a dehydrating weekend in SF, I decide to look this guy up.  As I start typing  his name into google, the phrase "net worth" autocompletes after it.



Yeah.

3.5 million dollars.

Seriously, y'all?