"Roger that, I have the plane"...is this real??
At 12,000 feet up, slicing through the sky at 200 knots, tightly holding the yolk, my heart pounding, adrenaline pumping, beads of sweat forming on my arms..
Off to my left, in a brief moment of serenity, the smooth curving coastline of Del Mar.. It's a breath taking balmy spring day. The Sun was shining gloriously. I glance to my right: the ENEMY - a fighter plane, bearing down on me with intentions to kill! This is insane - my heart almost leaps out my chest. Time to stop thinking and let my instincts take control. . The plane was resisting, I maintain my thrust while keeping my focus.. well here goes. Into the fray I go...I yank the stick hard...
Wow! What a rush that day. No room to go into details here (I'll blow your mind with the full story though - discuss later) Don't threaten me with a good time! I love to spice up my life with exciting, unique, adventurous activities like flying planes, whenever the opportunity presents itself.
Well, back to reality. What tale would my biography tell? I've found that I have a knack for using Wall Street to my advantage. But more than anything, what would I say that makes my soul stir? Traveling this tiny blue rock, we call Earth. Experiencing ancient cultures, sampling the delicacies of exotic locales, going out of my way to cram infinite years of life experience into my finite blip on life's radar.
How amazing would it be to find a beautiful, open damsel interested enough to share some of these adventures with? I imagine she would have a thirst for life - real life. She'd value her health and fitness. She'd believe in simple pleasures, such as cooking for two, enjoying the occasional wine lounge, and being able to hold her own on a night out on the town!