Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Of course we met at the airport.
This was back in May, 2000.
Lisa was interested in getting her pilot's license and had taken a summer job at the Goderich airport as the meeter/greeter/fueller/ to earn some money toward that goal.
I had been flying a Beech Baron, hauling cargo under contract to UPS from Goderich to Hamilton every night. It was a pretty cool job, but I had actually given my notice and was about to move to Toronto to fly a turboprop for a corporate operator. I was scheduled to start work at my new job shortly, and was excited about it, even though I was a little apprehensive about the operator I was going to work for (they had a bit of a shady rep at the time, though they have since improved).
Lisa started work on the Monday, one week before I was going to move to Toronto and start my new job. I met her on Tuesday.
"Hello, my name is Sully. I fly airplanes, so I'm kind of a big deal."
Would my shock-and-awe campaign work?
"Hi, I'm Lisa. You're not a big deal at all, you're just a damn pilot. No, I don't have any money you can borrow."
Curses, she was a smart one.
She was smart, quick-witted, and had a great sense of humor. Lisa is an old soul; she has had her act together from a very, very early age, which is great because that makes her the mature one.
We hit it off instantly, and during that first conversation, the little man in my head who tells me what to do whispered a single word to me.
I whispered back to him "You do realize that this is going to be trouble, right?"
"Her. She's the one." said my psyche, again.
And it just clicked in my head, like flipping on a switch. She's the one.
I was single, having just come out of a rather casual relationship with a rich divorced woman, so I wasn't encumbered.
"Lisa, would you like to go for an airplane ride sometime?" My face felt hot and my voice sounded croaky as I tried to act all casual.
"Yes!" She seemed pretty happy at my offer.
We made a date for Friday, and I canceled my move to Toronto, calling my old boss and telling him I'd like to stay in Goderich a while longer. He said sure, so that part worked out just fine.
Now before I get any further, I want to point out that all the best love stories have some sort of conflict or difficulty inherent in the situation. Ours is a particularly fine story, and it comes with a particularly high level of difficulty.
I'm also saying this because I know that after reading this post to the end, some of you will delete my blog from your bookmarks and never return. You will not be alone in your disapproval, trust me.
I'll cut to the chase. That was in 2000. Currently it's 2008. I am now 36. Lisa is now 23.
More tomorrow, should you choose to continue...