My Story: I’m not exactly sure (year-wise) when I stopped flying.I just know that, at some point, the anticipatory anxiety of air travel began to eclipse any/all perceived benefits of pushing through it.The fear of people staring, saying cruel things, sighing or making a fuss when I sat next to them or, worse, being asked to leave a flight or purchase two seats — all of this felt insurmountable to me. But I steeled myself, determined to not let fear dictate the terms of my love-life.My world became only as large as my free time and car travel allowed. I was working hard and had a little extra money — enough to buy a first class, domestic ticket. Fueled by lust and giddy with romance, I closed my eyes and jumped.Also, I am relatively able-bodied which means I’m not able to speak first-hand for those whose mobility may differ. It just sucks a little less and you get a little tiny hot towel that no one actually understands.
Check at the Gate: You never know who has cancelled last-minute or if people have shifted around on the plane.
And if someone does book it, they’ll be grateful to switch to one of the outside seats rather than the middle so you and your travel partner can sit next to one another. Same deal if you’re booking solo — choose a seat where the window or aisle seat where the opposite seat is already taken rather than hoping for an entire row to yourself.
Leaving two seats available pretty much guarantees that travel partners will book them.
I can’t find my tape measure but my last recorded ’roundest bit’ measurement was 63″ – including the largest circumference of my belly and butt.
Again, the narrower hips aid me a bit in fitting in to plane seats, though the larger upper body means contorting a bit to avoid constantly being banged on the arm by toilet-bound passengers and drink carts.
There are no secrets you don’t know that open magical doorways to private airplane compartments with overstuffed couches and big screen TVs replaying episodes of Roseanne.