Galley Gossip: Looking for love on the airplane (or at the airport)

Personally I think Sally's suggestion is brilliant. Don't you?

Like I mentioned already, I met my hubby on a flight from New York to Los Angeles three days after Christmas. The flight was empty. I think we were somewhere over Illinois when I began to take notice of him. Whenever I tell the story of how we met, people (even flight attendants) always seem a little shocked. Then they'll look at me funny and ask, "Really?"

Yes, really.

I'll then look at them funny and ask, "What's the big deal?" because really, what is the big deal?

Trust me, there's no better place to find a man (or woman) than on an airplane. When I met my husband I didn't think he was my type. Not at all. He was short. But what I would soon come to love about him was the fact that he had manners. Whenever I offered him something to eat or drink he always said please and thank you. (Good manners are a must when it comes to meeting a flight attendant.) You know that old saying, you can always tell a lot about a man by the way he treats his mother. Well the same holds true for the way he treats me. The flight attendant. Or anyone else in the service industry.

My husband, the passenger, he actually made eye contact while saying please and thank you, something that rarely happens on flights these days, and he did it without ogling. He was polite. But not flirty. A gentleman. This I found to be very attractive. You see if they flirt with me they'll probably flirt with you, too, and that's not a good thing, not when you're looking for something serious.

Of course I couldn't help but notice the computer, Ipod, magazine, and pen and paper inside his carry-on bag. This showed me that he was a man with a plan, which was my kind of man. The thing that got me was the delicious looking sandwich he'd brought onboard with him. It was a sign that he knew how to take care of himself. Hello, he was traveling in business class! We still serve food in business. Of course what sealed the deal was when he offered me a bite. This showed me he was a giver, not a taker. Right then and there I knew he was the one for me. We were engaged eight months later.

The point I'm trying to make here is that love really can happen at the airport or on an airplane, and it can happen to you. You just have to be open to it. And you have to say hello. To someone. Anyone. Now! How else will they know you exist?

What's that you say? Can't afford to fly? Well then go to the bar. If you're in Denver there's a nightclub called DC10 where the waitresses make the rounds dressed up as "sexy flight attendants." The club has no VIP room so all the customers can feel as if they're traveling in first class. Hello!

Photos courtesy of Heather Poole (Yeah, that's me!)