Basically I hate everything about flying on an airplane, and the actual flight itself isn’t bad, just a little cramped and stifling.
- The worst part is dealing with the airports, however i have to get a ride to the airport, or spend my money a ridiculous fee to park there.
Then I have to check luggage, rest in line, and go through security checkpoints. Then there are more lines I have to rest in. I hate the entire experience, which means if I do take a flight it better be anywhere amazing, and when I was invited to spend a weekend in Denver with an outdated friend, I knew it was worth the trip. I first met Desmond while in school, during Spring break. I was at the beach from my university, and Desmond had come down from the school in Denver for the week, my associate and I had a brief, but amazing, romance, before he flew back to Denver. My associate and I talked over social media for a while, but things stagnated due to the long distance. I was eager to see him again, and see if that spark could be rekindled, so I pushed past my hate of airlines and went to Denver, CO for a six afternoon vacation. I have to say that things with Desmond went so well I pushed back my return flight by a whole week, just to stay longer in Denver; Desmond is gorgeous, sweet, funny, and he is the co-owner of a major Denver cannabis dispensary. Instead of flying back and forth to see him, I should just transfer to Denver for good.