"On our way to Miami, my boyfriend and I wanted to join the mile high club.
It was an awkward back and forth dance from the front and rear bathrooms of our section.
I would be ready to get into the restroom, and my boyfriend would casually follow, but someone would always appear behind us.
Frustrated, I opted for one last shot.
My anxiety and adrenaline were pumping.
I got into the restroom and leaned up against the sink, trying to look casual and sexy.
The door opened, but it wasn't my boyfriend.
It was a random, sweaty guy who was trying to relieve himself.
I didn't know what to do, so I just ran back to my seat."