I always thought my first time in first class would be this glamorous, over-the-top moment with champagne and luxury. Instead, it happened on a one-way ticket back from Michigan after my grandmother’s funeral….

I have to admit something that still makes me cringe when I say it out loud. I used to be desperate for love. Like, the type of desperate that had me imagining wedding colors and playlists after the first date. The type of desperate that had me believing every connection…