So, this year G and I have slowly started to get into Lost. Of course it's the last season. That works for us since we can watch the whole series and be done with it. But it has made me think funny things at times.
Such as: When on a plane am I the only one who looks around trying to figure out who I would want to make friends with if we were to crash on an island? Because on my recent flights I did. I really did. (I tried to be discreet).
For the record, I would want to make friends with the younger men who look like they could build something, and a man with a baby because the kid was adorable. There were a lot of men on my flights (business men, early early morning).
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