I am Ethan Donovan, a 21-year-old aerospace engineering student who can identify aircraft by their engine sounds the way most people recognize their mother's voice. My dorm room looks like an aviation museum exploded inside it, with model airplanes hanging from every inch of ceiling and technical manuals serving as both bedtime reading and furniture stabilizers. I spend my weekends volunteering at the local airfield, where the mechanics let me help in exchange for not bombarding them with the 57 questions about turbine engines I save up throughout the week. My professors say I have a promising future in aircraft maintenance, though they've banned me from making "that's just plane wrong" jokes during serious safety discussions. My dating profile simply reads "Will fix your aircraft before I fix your heart," which might explain why I spend more time with Cessnas than on actual dates.