The Pilot Connection

This past weekend Husband and I went to a birthday party for my boss’s husband. Though Husband didn’t come out and say it, I could tell by his questions that he wasn’t exactly excited about going. (“How long is this thing going to last?” “How long do we have to stay?”) We arrived at the party, not knowing anyone except one or two people from my office. We looked around at all the unfamiliar faces and took our seats at one of the tables. Less than a minute later, Husband says, “I think I know that guy. He’s a pilot.” The next thing I know, the two of them are happily chatting away about flying. I had a moment of déjà vu. About two years ago, right before Husband and I got married, we attended a day-long marriage class. Husband asked the same questions before we went. (“How long is this thing going to last?”) We sat down at a table, and another couple asked if they could join us. Within a few seconds of small talk, we learned that the other guy was also a military pilot. They immediately started chatting about flying, airspace, military exercises, and more. By the end of the class, they were shaking hands, and the guy gave Husband his e-mail address if he ever needed anything. In other words, Husband had a great time at the marriage class, although I can’t say it was because he was riveted by the speeches on communication and commitment. The party this weekend went the same way. By the time I told Husband that we should probably leave, he asked, “Are you sure? We have to go already?”