You sat beside me - glowing with such beauty the whole flight. I was so thoroughly distracted that I barely made it through the newspaper and magazine I had brought aboard. I'm *guessing* that you're vietnamese - but don't think less of me for guessing that if you're not. We finally struck up a conversation the last hour. I wish I had asked you to spend your lay over with me - caressing each other. You had such striking beauty. If I find myself in Portland again, I'll be searching every restaurant/bar in town to find you behind the counter.