Dating a flight attendant askmen
I’ve been a flight attendant for the past two years.
The intrigue that surrounds us stems from the glamour of the Pan-Am flying era, but many 1950s stereotypes still linger.
Bonus: They may even have an endless supply of honey-roasted peanuts and pretzels!
Flight attendants know the value of economy when packing a suitcase. Flight attendants are trained to be efficient, punctual, and organized—admirable qualities in a dating partner, especially if you’ve dated irresponsible, unreliable people in the past. Dinner conversation with a flight attendant is unlikely to be boring.
I value what this dating life is teaching me about myself, and more than teaching me of what I am looking for in a significant other, the experiences are making me into who I need to be for that someone else. I was surprised at the thought that crossed my mind a couple of days ago. Free to make the choices that I need to make for me.
I don’t wish that I was settled and married, like many of my close friends, but I do question my ability to make a committed effort to build just one friendship. “Maybe I am ready to make an effort to put time and energy into one person, try a this whole relationship thing. I guess I won’t know unless I try.” I have a theory, and believe it to be so true. I’m going to continue to enjoy my life, because I am in a good space. And somewhere in-between loving yoga, learning spanish, girls weekends in Waikiki, beach biking, tortilla entreprenuering, and my list, something wonderful will happen…
Yes, the “sexy waitress in the sky” image prevails, but we are also a breath away from being straight-up superheroes. What man would go out of his way to give a girl his phone number in the middle of the airport and risk showing up late to his gate, yet fall short of making an actual connection? But even so, she’s not getting too bent out of shape about it.
We are responsible for several hundred lives above the clouds and on the ground on every flight. Analisa shows him a naked hand and he gives her his phone number, apologizing that he needs to hop on his next flight. She added, “Any time I get sad about a guy not being able to handle our lifestyle, I open my eyes in Paris and eat my macaron and say, ‘Screw you.