I am terrified of flying. One would have thought that would’ve been a reason for me not to have married and moved to France from California. Thirteen hours on a plane is a long time to sit and be scared, even if I do lose weight from fear.
Love is crazy.
French husband is learning how to fly and somehow it didn’t bother me (considering his love for extreme sports, I guess flying sounded mild by comparison.) until he said…"Corey, you’ll go up with me when I get my license won’t you?"
"Uh, sure after you have flown a hundred hours." I said.
"Statically, most accidents happen between 100 and 150 hours." French husband added.
"Gee, thanks for sharing! Does that help me want to fly? I’ll fly with you after 151 hours." I said, knowing that is a distance future.
"Are you scared to fly with me, or does simply flying scare you?" He questioned.
"Both." I said.
He gave me that "oh Corey, I’m here, trust me" kinda look.
I in return gave him that "you-don’t-fool-me" smirk.
"Corey, we can fly to Paris, or Corsica, or Barcelona…" He was on a roll, or should I say flying high? He named places trying to seduce me into flying with him, "Seville, or Rome, possibly California!"
Folding my arms across my chest I blurted, "Honey, you get lost going to your Mother’s house! How are you ever going to find your way to a new country?"
"Well, if I’m lost, I’ll fly low and read the freeway signs." He said confidently.
"Then we better start off at the crack of dawn, so we can have hours of good daylight to read those obscure freeway signs." I replied to his not so reassuring response.
I know I am terrible aren’t I? But I am scared of flying! Which is unreasonable considering how safe it is compared to driving a car. Though the bottom line is….French husband is like most men: He gets lost driving a car and never pulls over for directions. I can see it now…We’ll be flying a few hundred yards above the freeway, and I’ll yell louder than the sound of the engine, "The turn-off was right there! Turn right!" French husband won’t believe me, or worse do a swooshing loopity-loop to the left, and I’ll vomit…
Love is crazy really! But thinking about flying with French husband is nuts!
photos: French husband trying to seduce me.
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