As an avid traveler, and someone who almost always travels solo, even on group trips, one of my non-negotiables is simple: I need the window seat. There’s just something about leaning against that panel, watching the clouds roll by, and having control of the shade that makes me feel like the main character.

On a recent trip with my sister, we followed our usual tradition—sit in different rows so we can both have our beloved windows. But as we boarded, I turned to her and asked the question that stopped us both in our tracks:

“What happens when we get married?  What if our partners are a window or aisle guy… does that mean I’m stuck in the middle seat?” 😰

The horror.

We stared at each other, stumped. I can’t see myself giving up my precious seat just to sit closer to my husband… but I also can’t imagine him being thrilled about sitting apart. (At least, I hope he wouldn’t be too happy about it. 😑)

So now I’m wondering: Do married women convince their partners to take the middle seat? Or do you sacrifice your comfort for love? Because honestly… this might be the one thing that gives me cold feet at the altar. 😅

And to my fellow single travelers, especially my window and aisle loyalists, could you ever become a middle seat person for your partner? Or is this a hill you’re willing to die on at 30,000 feet?

Closing Thought:

Maybe relationships are about compromise… but for some of us, that compromise might happen on the ground, not at cruising altitude. Until I find a man who loves me enough to claim the middle seat, I’ll be over here, happily pressed against the window, sipping my ginger ale, and minding my business.