Mr. Marlon Brando Makes an Offer I had to refuse.

  It was the Spring of 1997 and I was boarding my flight from New York's Laguardia Airport LGA and on my way to Los Angeles LAX. It was a normal trip of mine. Flight departs at 6:30pm and arrives in LAX a little before 10pm. Then a 24 hour layover before my 10pm red eye back to NY.
  As usual, I was working the first class cabin and was in the galley preparing for the flight. Getting the credenza in the first class cabin ready for the passengers. Carafes of juice and water. White wine, read wine and champagne. Warmed mixed nuts and yada yada.

 I noticed Mr. Brando boarding and taking a seat on the right side of the cabin and in the second to last row. He took the aisle seat though no one sat next to him at the window. Odd, since most celebrities like the privacy of the window seat. Now, to most people, Marlon Brando is the Godfather and that's how they picture him to look. My vision was of the hunky Brando from A Streetcar Named Desire. White T-shirt rolled up...mmmmm.

Yep!
well that was 1951 and it is now over 45 years later and it shows. He is, to put it politely, on the fuller side. His hair is longer and thinner and it is pulled back into a tight ponytail. He fastens his seat belt and that was that. Or so I thought.

 Before departure it is standard to walk up and down the aisles making sure everyone has everything they need. Bags stowed, drink, blanket, snack, fastened seat belts, tray stowed, etc.
I watched from the galley, as a flight attendant walked up one side of the credenza and around the other side. She was stopped by Mr. Brando who had a request. I wasn't sure what it was but she proceeded to lower the window shade for him and he thanked her. I then noticed another Flight Attendant had walked toward the front to grab something from our beverage cart that was hidden behind the credenza. As she walked down the other side of the cabin, Mr. Brando stopped her. He asked a question and then I see her raising the window shade. As she does this, he leans over to check out her backside.
I giggled but was a little surprised. Now, the seats on a 767 in first are big. to lean over two seats to close the window shade meant you would really lean over someone. I started to wonder if he really cared if the window shade were down or up or was he just checking out backsides.
I decided to test Mr. Brando and sent a couple of other Flight Attendants to the front, to see if this would happen again.
The first one walked around and was stopped by Mr. Brando. She threw me a little side glance and leaned over to close the window shade. And boom!!! He checks out her backside.
I sent two other Flight Attendants in front and the same thing happened to them. At this point, that window shade had gone up and down a few times.

  I decided it was my turn. I walked slowly up the opposite side of the cabin in first and slowly toward him, not looking directly at him. He grabs my wrist and says, "Hi, can you please do me a favor and lower the window shade. It is to bright in here?" I say yes, of course.
As i lean over, I'm ready for what is about to happen and while I'm leaned over him and touching the window shade, I turn my head and say, "Are you getting a good look? If not, I can turn my hips a little."
He looks shocked at first and then lets out a heart chuckle. He tells me I'm spunky and he likes that in a lady. Well, if he likes spunk, he will love me!
He proceeds to tell me that he likes my teeth. Weird! Not my smile, but my teeth.
He starts to get flirty but I have to go because we are about to depart. After we depart and we are able to start our service, he stops me again.
He asks if I live in LA and if I'll be off when we land. I tell him, I live in NY but will be staying the night in LA. He perks up and asks if I'd like to go to dinner with him. I tell him that I'll get back to him. He goes on and on about how he loves and exotic woman and I look like his perfect woman. It was months later when I goggled his wives and lovers and found that they had some similar features to me.

As the flight continues, I'm getting some serious "looks" from Mr. Brando. Though he told me to call him Marlon, I couldn't. Seemed strange to me.
I knew dinner meant a lot more than dinner and I started to panic.
Could i go along with this?
It would make a great story!
An epic story! If only I could picture him as Marlon Brando, circa 1955. If only...
But, I couldn't. I just couldn't do it. Damn!!!
So, I gave him my name and the number of the hotel and hoped he wouldn't call.

I'm pretty sure he thought he had a chance with me. 
For a moment, I thought he did to.