Of course, instead of being caught up in the passengers and attendants like I usually would be on any other flight, I was entranced and trapped by the tanned, handsome not-quite-a-stranger across the row from me. I learned that he was thirty-one, unmarried, and without children. And given the fact that most of his friends had turned up divorced from their spouses before they’d even reached their tenth anniversaries, Sal was in no mood to settle down and marry anytime soon. He had time, he said. He wanted to get out, have fun while he could, and when he met the right one, he would know. He wasn’t going to get into a relationship he wasn’t sure would work, but one he would end up having to work too hard to keep, regardless of the end outcome. So he would know, he was sure, and for some odd reason, I couldn’t find a way to doubt him. Sal kept me engaged, more so than I thought he could…or would. He spoke when I turned quiet, still watching me from the corners of his eyes with a look that made my skin tingle because I knew…knew what he could do and how he could do it with me.
