Guys almost always either ghost or crack under the pressure.
Perhaps they’re immediately intrigued and fascinated by our lives but then sober up quickly once the realities of the job emerge.
We balance a tray of five glasses filled with cocktails while someone squeezes past us to reach the lavatory, and we don’t spill a drop. I’m amazing.’” Our lives are full of choice and opportunity, but that freedom seems to apply everywhere except our dating life.
We maintain composure while consoling an irate passenger whose life is over because he didn’t get the window seat. We can do all this, but it’s still so hard finding men who can handle our superhero jobs. Last summer, I traveled on a whim to Paris to visit a friend, Iceland because the Blue Lagoon seemed nice to visit on my birthday, and Chicago for a concert (you don’t say no to Beyoncé tickets, that’s a mortal sin).
The dreariness of winter has yet to set in, so the dark days are still romantic ones. Roast the seeds for a tasty snack while you perfect your creations.
On rainy days, you can curl up with a hot toddy and a loved one.
October has to be among the most beloved months of the year. (And it’s not yet cold enough to be so bundled up that your date can’t see what you look like.) Cozy and comfy is cute.
Call the chimney sweep and get your fireplace in working order.
My friend Analisa tells this story, which begins like a romantic comedy: She’s walking down the concourse to catch a commuting flight home and catches a glimpse of a total fox heading the other direction. With a chaotic schedule, naturally what most flight attendants crave is stability.
It would be nice to have someone ready to catch us when we fall from the clouds. Our dating pool of planet Earth is decidedly larger than most, but the reality is that guys are usually ill-equipped to handle the unpredictability of our lives.
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.