A few months ago, I was in JFK airport in New York when I decided to approach this really beautiful girl.

I hate to use ratings (aside from clickbait titles ; ) because I feel ratings kind of mess you up when you start using them (it’s a validation seeking slippery slope). But just to help you understand her beauty – she was movie star hot. She could have easily been on the cover of Maxim magazine. A really attractive girl.

She was with her mother and her little brother. And she was saying goodbye to her best friend who was going to Istanbul.

I saw her as I was waiting in line to check-in my bags.  Her small group was waiting in line at the other check-in nearby. I’d say I was about 10 feet away from them.

She was dressed in tight jeans and a short tight shirt that was showing a bit of her sexy flat stomach. She had perfect proportions. A Coke bottle shape. Just ridiculous!

The hot babe and her friend were hugging. It looked like her friend and the friend’s mother were leaving and going to Istanbul for a while.  They had several huge pieces of luggage.

At first, I hesitated because I didn’t want to go in and interrupt their emotionally charged hug. I wanted to be somewhat calibrated.

Another reason I hesitated is that sometimes these really hot girls still intimidate me. Even though I think I’ve come such a long way and I don’t care what happens most of the time, sometimes these really hot ones affect me. Some of them send me straight into my head.

I believe the reason is because I have not approached and slept with enough of them. They are rarer. This was the type of girl that if she walked through a restaurant, everybody would turn their heads to follow her. At least every guy with a working penis.

As soon as they finished hugging, I went in.