All about the single life in Seattle

Honey, I’m home!!  I either have a hangover or I have caught the H1N1 Swine Flu.  Let’s hope for the best.  I got to the airport early yesterday because the Mr had some business to attend to.  I was hanging out, playing on twitter, etc and doing a lot of people watching.  I had a window seat so I wanted to pack up and board early so I don’t have to climb over the person next to me (if you are on the isle then why do you need to board early??? STOP!  That is annoying as hell to me!!).  So as soon as the preboard announcement is made everyone rushes to the front.  Alaska is welcoming all MVP Gold and First Class passengers so I make my way up to the front. I see this grumpy old guy almost pushing his way up to the front.  Come on dude, there’s only 12 of us in First Class so there’s no need to panic.  If I’m the last of this small group I won’t have a meltdown.  I immediately judge him.  He kind of cuts off the woman in front of us and this cute guy makes a comment about it.  Hmmm, maybe I’m sitting next to him??  I’m hopeful.  We start up some chit chat about what a jerk that guy was.  “Are you in 3C?” I ask him….hoping…..”No, 2C.  Close!”.  Well shoot, we can’t have a conversation in two different rows.  We make our way on to the plane and guess who I am sitting next to?  Yep, the spicy bastard.  Come on God!  Why?!  So of course I have to ask him to let me in since I’m in 3A (window).  He immediately helps me put my bag overhead.  Ok, that’s nice.  I sit down and he says “You were on the Monday flight” in what I consider to be an accusing tone.  “Yes, I was on the Monday flight how did you remember that??”  I did sit in 3A on that flight also but I do not remember seeing this guy.  I was a little late to board that day (blogging at the airport).  He’s standing up and getting all situated and the guy in the seat ahead of him is already leaning his seat back (we’re still boarding).  Well the guy in row 2 moving the seat added fuel to his fire and he starts pushing the seat from the back; it’s like he’s just looking for a fight today.  I tell him I am fine switching seats and I’ll sit behind the recliner.  No, he says, not necessary (maybe because then he couldn’t bitch?).  Initially I just did not care for this man and I’m a little bummed because, to me, first class travel is all about meeting sexy business daddies.  There are few women.  I like odds like that.  I like business daddies!!

As the flight takes off we start up a conversation.  We have a couple glasses of wine and I get the story.  This man had been married for 32 years.  He was a rare find…he was happily married after 32 years.  While they were up at their vacation cabin his wife went out for a hike by herself and never came back.  The next day they found her body.  Sad.  Now to make it even worse, they met on a flight which explains why he was being such a shit.  Its hard for him.  She died only about a year ago.  Now this man is in his 60s and alone.  All of his friends are married and he goes through that ‘third wheel’ feeling all the time.  He doesn’t even have a clue about dating although I can tell he’s really not ready for that just yet.  He has 2 kids but they are grown; he wants to set me up with his 31 yr old son but I politely decline….too young, he smokes, still rents, and is still kind of ‘figuring it out’ financially…pass!  Besides, he is a nice little catch.  I do love his story and like a little onion I can see he has many layers.  He’s also living in Mercer Island (nice area), paying $250/hr to get his pilots license, and sitting in first class.  He’s probably not broke and therefore I’ll need to investigate further. 

I give him my faux business card (faux as in I have no job but I claim to be an event planner…it’s a good way to get my name, phone number, and email out there) and I get his.  I tell him I will go out to dinner with him anytime and not make him a third wheel, unless he wants me to bring more girls   I think he’s initially surprised by this.  “Really?” he asks, “do you really want to go to dinner sometime”.  Yes, I do!

I already have an email from ”Widower” this morning.  The biggest issue right now is when to fit him in my schedule…