I remember first hearing about the mile high club as a teenager watching The Wedding Singer and being just as dumbfounded as the lady in first class as to what it was. I went through three different girlfriends asking for the deets before the seemingly nerdiest of the bunch gave me the answer (ofc). I was shocked—it sounded so logistically disgusting I didn’t even bother adding it to my fucket list. What, am I supposed to expose my precious pussy to the germ-ridden surfaces of a tiny-ass airplane bathroom? I thought. Besides, how the hell do you actually get two people in there at
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