When I first met Mr. Wonderful and he told me he owned a motorcycle and had his pilot’s license, I of course started accusing him of being a secret agent or an international man of mystery.
The truth is, he’s just a guy who likes fast stuff. Stuff that drives and flies. Stuff that requires knowledge of gadgets and environmental conditions. He’s a bit of a gear-head nerd. But a hot one, of course.
At some point during our courtship, Mr. W brought up the idea of me flying with him sometime. I think I politely said, “Hey look over there—“ and ran away.
It’s not that I’m afraid of flying. It’s just the thought of an eensy weensy plane hurtling through the air seems a bit dangerous. And Mr. W’s smart and all, but he’s not a pilot by trade. And then there’s the whole John Denver, Richie Valens, JFK Junior thing. Yikes.
Determined as he is, Mr. W found a solution that would make us both happy. He had heard about a plane that comes with a parachute. Not for the person flying it, for the entire plane. (See picture up to the left). So he went out and learned how to fly this plane, all in the name of making me more comfortable in the air.
We are supposed to go for our first time together on Sunday. I’m still a little nervous, but after watching Jake and Ali fly together on The Bachelor, I’m also pretty excited. (Yes, I watch The Bachelor. Shut up.) I’m sure this will be the first of many flights together…and perhaps the impetus for some future pilot/flight attendant role playing…