He decides, somewhere over the South China Sea, that he best not tell her after all.
She will never understand. Will never even want to understand.
So never tell her that while she is fucking him, he'll be thinking of somebody else.
This is a guy thing, only guys really get it. You have to belong to the guy club.
Like the other day, when he was feeling fucked out.
Only, kind of fucked out.
Because, in reality, on the hop out of Honolulu he kind of related to the air hostess in first while she went out to brush her teeth. She, being her--not the air hostess.
This air hostess--the other Japanese air hostess, not the coffee one--gave him a look. Absent her, and he'd have had the air hostess' name and a number. Maybe he and the hostess could have met in the bar of her hotel in Tokio, a short hop from her hotel room. And maybe they could have fucked.
No, this is definitely a guy thing. She would never get it. She, her--not the air hostess--would never get it. He was fucked out, yes, but not really.
Ins and Outs on the Ups and Downs that include some Notes on the Cut, Thrust and Parry that is part of the Great Game--Sexual Politics. And encompassing too Single Men and Women and the Pleasures of Youth.
