I wish I had known Jake before I suffered the trauma of being dumped on national television.
It was the summer of 2012, and I had successfully auditioned for a spot on a Canadian dating show. If I’d met Jake beforehand, perhaps I wouldn’t have unwittingly gifted my date fake flowers. And maybe I wouldn't have ended up on a premature taxi ride home, wondering whether the casting director had chosen me purely for comic relief.
Jake and I are flight attendants who met four years after the aforementioned embarrassment. We were recently assigned to the same flight to Orlando. Our friendship was instantaneous -- it's difficult not to love an excitable Filipino with a childlike playfulness. Just a few minutes into our first conversation, Jake and I learned we'd both studied at Second City, a comedy club in Toronto. Then and there, it was decided we would start a comedy duo (check), produce a web series (in the works), and move to New York City (maybe next year?). But first, we were going to watch a main-stage show at Second City.