I really didn’t want to fly with Kyle. He always chewed his gum too loud and I really didn’t want any more updates on his terrible Bumble dates.

He was a nice guy but he wasn’t really great at picking up on social cues which wasn’t great for me since we were flying from New York to Barcelona.

Not even two hours into the flight Kyle was yammering about his grandmas bunion and the latest season of Suits.

After five long hours I confirmed yet again that Kyle and I had absolutely nothing in common other than our love for flying.

Since Kyle was long winded, I asked him to make the flight announcements to which he accepted instantly.

Seven hours in and we were finally preparing to descend the plane. Kyle and I spoke to the control tower through our headphones and things finally got serious. It was time to land.

After we landed safely I looked over at him and told him that he did a great job, which was inevitably true.

Kyle was an excellent co-pilot when it came to logistics. He knows his stuff and loves his job.

But would I choose him to be be my forever co-pilot on overseas flights? Not if I could help it.