To say I didn’t sleep well last night is an understatement. Anticipating a 7am flight does not bode well for deep sleep, so when I got to my window seat, it was a small, welcome reprieve. My Tim-Daly-look-alike neighbor was gracious and said I didn’t snore; he was too kind. I’m sure I was an embarrassing mouth-wide-open, drooling sight.

As the flight descended, we started chatting and turns out he is a private pilot and was on his way to St. Martin to pick up a jet for some clients. It was a day trip and he would leave the island “whenever they were done playing”. He asked if I was traveling on business and I said yes, this was a my weekly route. He then asked if I had left a companion at home (at this point I was quickly assessing if he was wearing a wedding band). I said no, no one at home, and thankfully no kids because I probably wouldn’t do this job if I had kids and I probably wouldn’t if I had a husband either.  (I know, face palm. This is what happens when I don’t get enough sleep.) He gave me a look of sincere, deep compassion and asked if I had one where I was going for work. Again, “no”, to which he said I ought to find someone to at least take me to dinner. At this point I assumed he was asking from non-SVU-like motives and said I was single and praying for a husband. (I know, another face palm.) He asked about internet dating and I gave my patented (patent pending) answer of “internet dating is like looking for a diamond in the sewage; they are out there, just few and far between and the search can get a little messy and when you have high standards and high morals the options become even more sparse”. He laughed and then said maybe I need to lower my morals and standards, to which I smiled and said, “alas, therein lies the problem”. He then went on to apologize for his sex and how too many of them were creeps (his words), then stuck his hand out to shake mine and introduce himself as Chris.

Off he went to his island-bound jet and off I went to my next flight, thankful to sit by a nice guy who was willing to converse even after witnessing my in-flight not-so-lady-like-snooze.

Here’s to Tim-Daly-look-alikes and internet dating!