Updated: Sep 24, 2020
In a bold statement I'll say: My generation is a bunch of globetrotters.
How do I know?
Years of online dating.
Almost every man’s dating profile has pictures of backpacking around the globe, hiking up tall peaks, and jumping out of airplanes.
The exact opposite of me.
I’m ashamed to admit I have a fear of flying, and I haven’t flown since 2013.
I’m also an anxious traveler.
If adventurous millennial's knew this, I’d probably be shunned.
Don’t get me wrong, I traveled in my ‘hay-day’ i.e. college years. I backpacked through Europe and Costa Rica.
These days, I embody more the spirit of an overfed and lounge-y house cat.
I love the comfort of my Sonoma County small-town.
Everything was going great in my ‘no fly’ and ‘anti travel’ bubble UNTIL…
I met a guy on Bumble.
A wonderful man. We hit it off.
Enter Dilemma: His favorite place on earth is Cabo San Lucas, Mexico.
Getting to Cabo requires a PLANE FLIGHT!
Before we even went on our first date, I swear he was already planning our Cabo trip.
The more serious our relationship became, the more in denial I was about flying to Cabo.
Then, on Black Friday, he booked our plane tickets.
For months I questioned if I should back-out of the trip.
Alarmist news sources had me questioning everything:
-Is Mexico safe?