Highway to the Danger Zone

So Marky Mark and I have been on very different schedules lately, and therefore haven’t been able to meet up. He travels for work and I was on vacation, so I think next week will be the week.

I’ve semi-confirmed that he’s a pilot, although he seems to think that makes him a rock star because he said that some girls he’s met only seemed interested in him after he told them his job title. Or saw him in uniform. Groan.

I say big whoop. Sure, a pilot is a neat job, you don’t meet them everyday, and he gets to wear a cool hat, but I didn’t realize they’re the Warren Beatty of the skies.

Naturally my mother already asked me on gChat if I was going to be his co-pilot.

I will say this about him. He’s cute and he’s friendly, and every time he leaves me a message, he says his full name, and that he hopes I’m having a nice day at work. So he’s pleasant. He also texted me when he was flying to my hometown to let me know the wind was at 6 knots and it was a beautiful day. So he’s useful.

Now we'll just have to see if he's worthy.