Normally I hate traveling by airplane, crammed into metal tube, bound to a tiny seat, and surrounded by a bunch of creepy fat smelly losers breathing all over me. I got lucky on this trip and sat next to a guy that was actually kinda hot and fun to talk to. Turns out we are staying in the same hotel, so I ask him if he wants to check in together. Well, by the time we got to my room, I was pretty ripe. All I wanted to do was take a hot shower and wash away the stench and filth. I could feel the moisture from my pits soaking through my shirt, and even the clamminess of the cotton between my t... Show more