Vegas International Airport. I was stand-by stuck. My day had started at 4a, attempting to commute from Los Angeles, to Ft. Lauderdale, on what was said to be the busiest travel day of the year. It was now 10p, and I was not much closer to my intended destination. My only hope was the extra flight attendant jumpseat on an oversold flight. That, and the tall, broad shouldered Captain, who happened to be in a similar situation.
I was at an airport, so naturally I would look for the cutest boy, or most handsome man, and talk to him. The Captain fit the bill. He happened to work for the same airline that we were trying to fly to the Sunshine State on, and as we waited, our small talk turned to small-world mutual friends, and the fact that he absolutely had to get back to landscape the yard outside of his recently purchased home. Railroad ties were waiting for him. I teased, and giggled, and found out that he left a paddle board in Puerto Rico, because he had to make a quick escape from an ex-girlfriend’s grasp. No mention of current girlfriend. No mention of a second half.
As the story goes, that pilot went above and beyond, making sure that I was on that flight. I was more than appreciative, as I had to work the next morning. I had to be in Florida. I was more than grateful, and it was just a bonus that he was easy on the eyes, and a good conversationalist. We arrived at FLL about the same time as dawn, and as he stepped off of the plane, he turned, looked at me, and said, “You owe me.” Boy did I ever. I scampered towards him, standing in the jet bridge, voicing a thank you, followed by, “Let’s get coffee, or please let me buy you a drink sometime!” A nervous smile registered. The corners of his mouth pulling tight, as his eyes darted around. Stuttering, he replied…
“I probably shouldn’t…I’m getting married tomorrow.”
[Insert Kara’s jaw drops here]
I’m pretty sure somewhere between paddle boards, and railroad ties, a fiancé could have been slipped into the discussion, and I mean, it’s not like she was just a fiancé. They probably had already signed that piece of paper that made it official. Either way, I couldn’t help but feel dumb, as well as angry, because although I haven’t been in a I-want-to-marry-you-love yet, I predict that in the event that I am googly eyed, I probably wouldn’t stop talking about my significant someone, ESPECIALLY if the wedding was the next day.
Pilots. Sigh. I guess I hope he’s happy. I guess I hope that he admits he has a wife to the next cute flight attendant that flits into his flight path. Aviation is a tricky addition to a relationship, and not just an addition, but often a game changer. It makes, and breaks love.
This past week, I frustratingly blurted out to Dorie, “Does aviation ruin every marriage? Every relationship? Can anything survive its talons ?” So, I probably didn’t use the word talons, but that’s not the point. The point is, I’m losing hope, and I’m not sure if relationships and aviation will ever work like peanut butter and jelly.
It’s not that I don’t believe that love can survive, and even flourish in the airline industry, but it’s seems to be a rarity. This is just my observation. I’m sure someone is going to email me to tell me that they are in a wonderful relationship, and one, or both happen to be in aviation, as a pilot, or flight attendant. I believe you. That’s great. Continue to hangout in the small minority.
A divorce lawyer website, with the slug being, ‘Jobs-that-lead-to-divorce‘ tells me that people in the travel industry, which includes professions like pilots, and flight attendants typically have higher divorce rate than other occupations. I asked a flight attendant, who worked for Southwest for eight years if she felt like her relationships were ruined by her flight attendant life. She didn’t think so, although she did believe that dating pilots, or long-distance love in general does create a bit of a fairytale. It’s like a weird version of The Bachelor, where you are stuck in this controlled environment, and then paid to go on extravagant dates. Not that flight attendants, and pilots make millionaire salaries, but in the airline industry, we go to Paris for lunch.
I know a pilot couple that have 6000 miles, which also includes a large, large body of water, between their respective “offices.” I wonder how this is a marriage when they see each other so infrequently. I would never want that as my relationship, aviation or not. Maybe this is why I’ve been single during the stretch of my five year flying career. I’m not unhappy, although it is sometimes lonely, but the single life is simple. Most don’t get to be so free. Not very many months ago, I met someone that caught, and has kept my attention. Unfortunately bi-coastal dating with two extremely busy people is next to impossible. Sadly, I realize that there isn’t much that I can do, except hope, and be patient, one I never had much of, and the other part of which I am losing quickly. Aviation isn’t a sugar coated place to start a relationship, or continue a relationship, but, where exactly is anything sugar coated in this world, except maybe the candy store?
This era we are living in now simply suffers in bad, and unhappy relationships. People that should never have been together, or stayed together, are “trying to make it work.” I heard once in a business success seminar that when you’re just trying, you have already failed. I really don’t believe relationships are ruined by an industry like aviation, in and of itself. The lifestyle does put a strain on couples, and if two people are not careful, they will grow apart.
Aviation adds an element of temptation; attractive people of the opposite sex working in a small environment, and going out together at the same hotspots. If, in a relationship there lacks trust, yes, most definitely will aviation be a catalyst to that relationship’s demise, but only because that relationship was already over. Time together is critical to build, and maintain communication, and connection. Aviation takes couples apart, but if those two people are honest, and make the most of their time together, this sets them up for greater success.
If you are dating, want to date, are married, or completely in love with someone that works in aviation, you must be independent, secure, and have your own life going. If you are not that person, learn to be, or move on.
Alright, so now who wants to…
Date Me, Fly Free?