As a pilot for a major airline my friends and I were based in MSP. We were young and flush with cash so we went to a strip club. The seating was like in a theater. The gals were behind glass. You would stuff money underneath if you wanted her eye contact. Well right in front of us was what I would call Scarlett Johansson's prettier sister. A natural blonde beauty. She had posture. Her eyes showed intelligence. Everything about her shouted perfection. She moved as though the music worshiped her as well.
When you get older there are moments in time you would give all that you have to go back. There are no do overs my friend. The next afternoon I'm in DTW on a moving walkway and I see a woman at a counter checking in for a flight. Our eyes meet and she smiles. I tip my hat.