Basically I hate everything about flying on an airplane.
- The actual flight itself isn’t bad, just a little cramped and stifling.
The worst part is dealing with the airports. I have to get a ride to the airport, or pay a ridiculous fee to park there. Then I have to check luggage, stand in line, and go through security checkpoints. Then there are more lines I have to stand in. I hate the entire experience, which means if I do take a flight it better be somewhere amazing. When I was invited to spend a weekend in Denver with an old friend, I knew it was worth the trip. I first met Desmond while I was in college, during spring break. I was at the beach from my school, and Desmond had come down from the college in Denver for the week. We had a brief, but amazing, romance, before he flew back to Denver. We 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 dislike of airlines and went to Denver, Colorado for a six day 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 move to Denver for good.