When I met Jason, I started doing something I had never done before: hanging out at the airport. At first, I went with him because I wanted to seem like the cool chick who could enjoy his love of planes.
I initially wasn't sure of the attraction -- I understood that it was something he enjoyed, but I didn't see how watching loud noisy planes was that much fun.
And then something happened. I would go to the airport and breathe. And watch. And enjoy. You will often find us there on a Sunday afternoon -- Jason listening to the radio and watching the planes, me reading the Sunday NY Times.
"Look at that one heading right toward us!" he'll say.
"Oh cool - that's a 777 right?"
"No - 747 - it's the only one with a hump" he says for the 1 millionth time.
It's not that I am not interested in the types of planes, it's just that there's so much there to pay attention to.
I constantly watch the birds in the marsh, diving and creating amazing parallels with the planes. Tons of people come hang out in the same area, to do the same thing -- take a walk, or just sit and watch. Parents bring their children and let them run around while they steal a couple quiet moments together. People walk their dogs. Everyone gasps as the large planes take off - wonder at the miracle of flight.
On the busy days, there are planes coming and going on a constant basis. On the not so busy days, I just enjoy the quiet.
Whatever you do, don't tell Jason that I like it. I still get "points" when I go with him because he thinks he is dragging me there!
