I’m no longer a single traveler, but I was, OH I WAS, for most of my 20s. And not to big myself up or anything, but I did well at airports. You’re probably asking yourself, What does she mean by well? I mean at least a dozen phone numbers/email addresses, three dates, two hookups (one in-air!), one free ride home, two free tickets to a concert and one (kind of) long distance romance. I won’t regale you with the details of these airport meetings — although one guy did almost miss his flight to run back to my terminal and buy me a latte at Starbucks. That was awfully sweet and rom-com-ish of him. What I will share with you are my own tips for working some magic at the terminal. Keep reading »
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