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to get there exactly on the dot of 12 noon, which was when the plane was supposed to take off. I pleaded with the woman at the counter there to let me on, but no dice. Art might not be straight, however, and as we continued to chat, I found out he was, indeed, gay.

She said there was a decent chance I'd make the next flight to Chicago an hour later. And as long as it landed on time, I'd be able to make my connection to Madison, no problem.** Woo-hoo! We fell deep into an intriguing and pleasant conversation, during which I noticed one more appealing thing about him: an attractive gap between his two front teeth. That led to an even more interesting discussion, as he told me about his strict religious upbringing, and his early attempts (encouraged by the members of his church) to re-program himself so that he would eventually be attracted to women.

Similarly, any grocery that has a dine-in area (like many Whole Foods do) or a small attached coffee shop (like the Stop & Shop in my father's town does) affords a nice opportunity for a flirtation that will feel more casual than it would at a bar.

TIP #2: FLIRTY QUESTIONS YOU ASK JUST ABOUT ANYWHERE IN THE STORE LADIES: Don't be afraid to ask a cute guy for help reaching something on one of the top aisles!

Unfortunately, my trip started out rather inauspiciously. I was even saying to myself, Now, I'd forgotten to check in online before I left my apartment, so I marched right up to the service counter and pushed my itinerary across the counter to the American Airlines clerk there.

I rarely fly, partly because I'm irrationally scared of death by airplane crash, and partly because I find the whole thing so stressful--between flight delays and early departures and red-eyes and waiting in long lines and even simply getting to the airport on time, there is so much potential for things to either go wrong or just flat-out suck that I don't always enjoy the process. She looked down at it, frowned, and then had what seemed to be a five-hour discussion with a co-worker about whom the co-worker could get to cover for her while she ran an errand.

Once that was settled--in what was actually only about five minutes' time--the clerk looked up at me and asked me a very polite question: "You do know you're at the wrong airport, don't you?

"One of the many things that makes living in New York City stressful: the presence of not one, not two, but three possible airports to keep straight. climbed into a cab and took a very expensive ride over to where I was supposed to be: at New York's La Guardia.

(Who among us wouldn't welcome a nice, friendly, flirtatious distraction when we've got nothing better to do than feel pissed off about how long the line is?

Plus, the brochures and recipes that are available at the demo station are perfect material if you need to write down somebody's number or email address ...

If a store is pouring free wine samples, I'm sure I don't have to tell you, it's an even more opportune moment to break the ice.

And there's nothing wrong with grabbing a second sample (Whole Foods promises!

) if you need an excuse to stick around for a while.C.'s so-called "Soviet Safeway"--where the lines are as long as they were in Communist Russia--and they made meaningful eye contact.