“You know, Montana, I really hate to say this. I really, really, really hate to say this. But Gail’s got a point. Most men want to be hunted, but also need to feel as if they’re doing the hunting. Most men want to fight the wars, slay the beasts, and come home blood-drenched, tattered, and torn, falling helpless, unconscious, into the arms of a loving, nurturing woman. You have to make a man feel like he can fly, believe that he is stronger, faster, and wiser than he really is. The woman that learns to appease her man conquers her man.” Sam was dissecting the male psyche with Freud-like skill. You go, Sam.

“Look at Samson and Delilah,” he continued. “Now, I don’t agree with Delilah, but you have to admit she was on to something. Here she was, dating the strongest man in the world. A man that could lift pillars, toss horses, and crush stones with his bare hands. A warrior. A gladiator. But in the presence of Delilah, this mighty soldier was as gentle as a lamb. He became comfortable. And as soon as he became comfortable, he lowered his guard and next thing he knew: snip snip, hair gone. He was conquered. The strongest man in the world will become the weakest man in the world in the arms of the right woman.”

“I’ve got it!! I’ve got it! I’ve got it!” Gail screamed, nearly waking any sleeping passengers. “I’ve got it!”

“Well then, can you share it?!” Sam asked.

“All these guys fly a lot, right?”

“Yeah. And?” I was clueless to where she was going.

“Well, Montana, you are going to ‘coincidentally’ bump into each of the five men during a flight on their way home. And after you ‘coincidentally’ bump into these men, because you will be looking incredible, they will each request your company for an evening, which will give you the opportunity to what? Snip snip, hair gone,” Gail explained, smiling from ear to ear.

“And how, pray tell, do you expect her to ‘coincidentally’ accomplish this near-impossible feat? Should she hang out in the airports masquerading as a homeless woman, then as soon as she spots one of the five men, like Clark Kent, dash into a phone booth and change?”

“No,” Gail said, raising her eyebrows. “She won’t have to do that, because she’ll know in advance when each will be traveling.”

“How?”

“Yeah, how?” At this point, even I was intrigued.