Picture it...a coworker emails you to tell you she has just the guy for you.
Initial thought: Hmmmm...I don't know. But request more details so not to appear too guarded and/or indifferent.
Turns out said "guy for me" is a hunky pilot.
Next thought: Sexy pilot uniform, could possibly be a bonus. Ok, who am I kidding...uniform = BIG bonus not to mention probable good sense of direction. No more getting lost and stopping to ask for directions on romantic weekend get-a-ways.
Hmmm...could be getting a wee bit ahead of myself.
So where can I met this hunky pilot? Well apprently he spends a lot (a lot a lot) of time at the airport and flying around the country/province/county. You don't say...
Next thought: ***** ******!! Remember have never been on airplane let alone flown in one. Have not even set foot in one at airshow.
Possible coincidental ways to casually bump into hunky pilot = none
Unless, pretend I am interested in sky diving or something. Pros: faint in arms of hunky pilot after take off. Cons: forced to jump out of open door of plane to keep up with sky diving appearances.
Could pursue rouse of being undercover journalist and investigating something aviation-based. Pros: Have journalism experience, an excuse to wear high heels/ show off Billy Blanks sculped calfs. An expose on airplane food perhaps? No, been done already. Airplane tires: Rubber or Rubbish? No, too boring. Must seem exciting! Mile high club. No, too easy. Literally.
Decidely must forego the chance at hunky pilot until overcome mad hopping fear of flying. Or until land-based plane is invented.