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Slot me into an airline seat next to an interesting-looking neighbor, with a gin and tonic and a back-up copy of War and Peace, and I'll surrender to serendipity. After all these years, and goodness knows how many expense-account miles, my think-bubble still fills with anticipatory asterisks and exclamation marks at the prospect of meeting someone new.

I remain an unreconstructed Walter Mitty who has not accepted that the most interesting person on the plane is sure to be sitting two rows in front of me. Human contact - however inhuman - is probably the last adventure left in air travel. 

Not that Fate has always given me an even hand. Sartre knew what he was talking about when he said: "Hell is other people." There was the man who spent six excruciating hours trying to sell me a corporate jet; the woman I spent six delightful hours trying to seduce, only to have the cool dry handshake after touchdown. "No, I'm OK, thanks, my husband's meeting me." And the long-distance life story: "You're a writer! My life has been so interesting. I'll tell you my story, you write it up and we'll split the proceeds."

(Even worse was boasting about being a writer, only to meet a real novelist on a promotion tour for his new book - the kind where the author's name is three times as big as the title.)
 But why do people have this urge to tell you their life story? And why are instant friendships forgotten as soon as the wheels touch down? The truth is that nobody wants to remember. As Groucho said: "I never forget a face; but in your case I'll make an exception."

My theory is that the relationship between passengers sitting next to one another in a plane has a confessional element to it. Relaxed by food and drink and the prospect of never meeting your captive companion again, you can unburden your soul without trepidation.
 In the old days, before seats were assigned, you had to target a seatmate in the departure lounge, follow him or her up the steps into the plane, and fling your briefcase on to the adjacent seat with a disingenuous smile.

Nowadays, you're left to the mercy of the check-in clerk. On long flights I ask for an aisle seat so that I can escape from my seatmate or adopt a custodial stance as circumstances demand. "Shall we share a central table?" or perhaps a more risque‚ "Your armrest or mine?" are useful gambits when the drinks come round.

People who complain about getting shanghaied by in-flight bores often have themselves to blame. Simple stratagems like putting on the headset, fiddling with your laptop or pretending to read (or write) A Brief History of Time should do the trick. The ultimate conversation killer is to answer "What do you do?" with: "I'm in deep-sea sewage."

One way to attract attention is to delve into a crowded briefcase (people can't resist squinting at someone else's belongings). You can lubricate the gambit with a conversation piece, like bundles of $100 bills or a stuffed boa constrictor.

But don't make the same mistake as a former colleague of mine on a flight home from India. He showed a necklace he had bought for his wife (this is a true story) to the woman he'd been chatting up - which she graciously accepted.

One idea might be to allow us to change seats halfway through a flight so everybody gets the chance to meet. After all, on a long-haul flight you may be in the air for up to 16 hours. That's almost long enough to get married, start a family and get divorced, although not necessarily in that order. (No, I have not, is the answer to your question.) The new Airbus A380 600-seat super jumbo is like an airborne village with infinite scope for social congress, should we so desire. 

Meanwhile, I think airlines should offer more latitude (not to mention longitude) in choosing in-flight companions. One idea might be to use the reservations computer for a spot of computer dating. They would simply punch in your high-altitude likes and dislikes and match you with a suitable seatmate.

We might even see appeals like the following in the personal column of the New York Review of Books: "Sales executive, 35 (can pass for 34), attractive management style, into white-water canoeing, Indian artefacts, client lunches, seeks upwardly nubile flight companion for meaningful business-class relationship, view sharing seat-back videos, tall stories. Sincere replies only, please."

But if you find, as I do, that most fruitful in-flight encounters take place in the mind, beware of the "snore syndrome" - floating off into a Mittyesque trance, and waking up to dusty looks from your neighbors.                  

DO'S & DONT'S

*Do invest in an upgrade - you may meet a better class of person. Downgrade if you want to be alone: four seats across is the ultimate refuge.

*Do avoid the middle seat at all costs. Yes, you have a choice of two neighbors but it's hard to escape. The aisle seat offers strategic flexibility.

*Do avoid children (they're usually up front of every cabin) - unless you want advice on the latest computer software.

*Do take plenty of reading material for emergencies. If you don't have War and Peace, pretend you're writing it.

*Don't go overboard eating and drinking everything in sight; you never know who may be sitting beside you. Wrap-around magenta shades and mineral water with a musical score or screenplay invite more scrupulous attention.

*Don't say to a celebrity: "I've seen your face before. Give me a second..."

*Don't boast or make indiscreet remarks until you've positively identified your neighbor. He or she may know your boss/client/auditor/husband/wife.

*Don't hand out someone else's business card - unless that is the statement you really want to make.

Roger Collis writes The Frequent Traveler column for the International Herald Tribune. His latest book, The Survivor’s Guide to Business Travel, published by Kogan Page in conjunction with the IHT is available on-line at www.kogan-page.co.uk or toll-free in the United States on 1-877 387 6062.

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