Maybe the Swifties take charge

I met him on an airplane. I was working my first job at a Midwestern magazine; he wrote for a newspaper in Washington. 

After talking about journalism and sharing stories, we said bye at Sea-Tac with the idea we might meet up again as I often visited Seattle.

Fast-forward about a year, and I did fly back for a return visit and we had dinner out, again talking shop. He dropped me off afterward at my friend’s place on Capitol Hill and I wound down the night chatting with her.