Would you date a flight attendant?
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I’ve heard flight attendants make terrible girlfriends. They are never home. They’re on the road and supposedly hook up a lot with pilots.
The long standing reputation is that flight attendants are hot. Maybe at one time, but I can’t remember seeing an actual hot one in a long time. Some are attractive. They are typically height weight proportionate but no where near the type of girl you see in clubs.
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Skip a forward a year or two and I was hanging out at the nearly empty pub on a slow night. She walks in alone, followed by a much older couple. It has been a very long time, but we greet each other with a hug and I even pick her up off the ground. It was her birthday, Chris was ignoring her, and her parents had taken her out or drink since no one else would. She looked bad (for her) - yellow teeth, blemished complexion, stringy hair. I can't remember the whole story, but it was pretty shitty.
Would I have dated a flight attendant back then? Sure! I was a player, too, and her time out of town would be my time to play. Would I date a flight attendant now? No. It's not only the frequent travel. Post-911 and post-COVID, airline travel has become such a toxic and stressful experience that anyone working in that industry should be receiving free mental health counseling and regular mental health exams as a requisite for employment. It is impossible so much strain from work to not bleed over into one's personal life. That, and the last time I saw a truly attractive flight attendant was 2014.
As far as today goes, you really need to fly foreign flag carriers. Most still require their FAs to be young and attractive. And though I can’t call it dating I did recently hook up with a FA from KAL from my flight when we both RONed in Seattle before she headed back to Korea and I flew south. (* RON = remain overnight).
I dated a flight attendant. She was super hot and in my league back then, but I was at an insecure part of my life in grad school with little money to spend on a girlfriend. I should’ve stuck to dating classmates who were in the same financial boat, but this girl was freaking hot. I got very insecure when she traveled and she talked about pilots hitting on her. It eventually fizzled, definitely for the better as she wasn’t wife material anyway.
When she said she had been a FA I couldn't believe it, I mean she was so fat I don't know how she could even fit in the aisle to serve the passengers. She showed me a picture of her wearing a uniform and posing from inside the cockpit of a plane, so it seemed legit. She said it was a few years ago, and she looked a bit heavier now, but she was still a wide load even in the old picture.
Anyway, we were having a nice conversation, and by the second drink I was amazed that I actually felt attracted to this tub 'o lard. I was barely listening to her anymore and all I could think about was banging her. I was also trying to work out the logistics of fucking a girl her size in the tiny little VIP booth at this bar.
Well, I never had to worry about that booth. When I zoned back into the conversation, she was talking about how she lives in New York, but she was working in Jersey because the clubs in NY were still closed. (This was when things were just starting to open up after the pandemic.) Then she goes on to say that she's looking for a new club because at this place the girls were all having sex for money, and since she doesn't do that she can't make enough.
At that point, she says she needs to use the ladies room, and asks if she can come back and sit with me some more. I said absolutely yes. I even took my jacket and hung it on the back of her chair to save it for her. I said I'll get us another round of drinks. Then as soon as she disappeared into the bathroom I bolted out the door.
Ok the other hand, you say they aren't home much, as if that's a BAD thing. More time to do as you wish, without her getting in your way. But, that sssumes you aren't deeply into her.
Dating a FA may require even stronger trust and confidence than dating a stripper. At least strippers don't spend a significant portion of their time at hotels with colleagues, and hanging out at hotel bars.
I remember flying from Los Angles to Copenhagen on SAS as a non revenue passenger. It was a night flight and after getting a few hours of sleep I woke up over Greenland and the Flight attendant were just waking up too. I watched the 1 male attendant kissing them good morning. He asked me if American flight attendants did that too. I saw him a week later at the airport restaurant in Copenhagen and he was sitting with 3 other hot looking attendants.
Met another one briefly that was a caramel complexion with awesome legs and beautiful eyes. She knew she sexy and I got in her way on purpose as she was rolling her luggage over by me. Tried to entice her into a pre-flight libation but she had to board another flight right away whereas I had a two hour layover. She was nice and bubbly - and you could tell she was used to the flirtation.
Would definitely date a FA.
In the end her schedule might have caused a bigger problem if I was wanting to get married and have kids with her and she was planning to keep the same job even after having kids. I do know that she changed jobs and went to work as a ticket agent for the same airline after she got pregnant with her next boyfriend a little over a year after we broke up. I imagine the schedule of a flight attendant would make it tough on a couple raising kids together, but my parents made it work with my dad being an over the road trucker when I was a kid so it can't be much harder than that.
The only other airline I have flowed that rivals the US for the least appealing flight attendants is Lufthansa.
Favorite memory regarding flight attendants was seeing a large group of them flying as non-revenue passengers on Emirates. They started in their uniforms, then settled into civvie wear once on board. Not an unattractive one among them.
And don't get me started on the Asian carriers, where they actually have appearance and behavior standards.
I fly a lot domestically and the majority of the FAs appear to have been working for 30+ years. The junior, younger FAs (and sometimes hot ones) are generally on small regional flights doing the short trips such as Chicago to Springfield, MO.
When I was in my late 20s/early 30s my two closest friends, one lived in Vegas the other in Phoenix. We met up a lot in Vegas or Phoenix to party. When I say a lot I mean a lot. When in Phoenix that friend also had a childhood friend (from back east) that lived there too we used to hang out with, who was a stunning airline stewardess for Southwest. Stunning. She was a 5’9” blonde that also did modeling and was in many national print, modeling for large clothing stores when companies would still send catalogs out or inserts in newspapers. Very charming, life of the party, but also a hot mess. Also a developing alcoholic. She always had great stories, like how she once passed out in Paris Hiltons hotel room in Vegas or how she was at some wild party in Miami where half the people were naked. We all wanted to bang her and she always flirted a little “too” much but we all knew better, she was a friend who was attached and we didn’t want that level of crazy in our everyday lives.
She dated a pilot or many years (she was way out of his league). She wanted to get married to him but he refused because at that time he had just turned 30 and had just gotten divorced (luckily no kids). This guy was ex military, flying for a low cost regional carrier, and she was an airline stewardess. A lot of people think those are glamorous, well paying jobs but they aren’t and neither jobs paid well so these two lived in a small apartment and always seemed broke, but who knows they both could have spent half their paychecks on alcohol, it wouldn’t surprise me.
As years went on all the pilot wanted to do was play video games when he was home and all she wanted to do was drink. Eventually one night she stabbed him with a pair of scissors several times and would up in jail. Needless to say after that they broke up and she moved home.
Fast forward to now she’s in her mid 40s, lives back on the east coast in her parents home, has had 2 (that I know of) failed stints in rehab facilities and has been engaged 5 times (that I know of) to various losers. Never married, always engaged. My friend sends me a photo of her “engagement announcement” on Facebook every time it happens! When I say losers, one of the guys was in his late 40s and had a mohawk.
BTW - kudos who ever said above that people in airlines jobs need free mental health help. In a post COVID world there’s lots of jobs that have gotten increasingly crazy and I feel for people in those jobs. Airline travel, education and healthcare are the first that come to mind for me.
We went and did some tourist things and hit some bars. Headed back to the hotel she asked if I was too tired to fuck. Nope!
She was not based in Atlanta so lost track of her. My friend later told be she was having an affair with a married passenger she met. She was managing to lay over in Chicago once or twice a week.
98% of all men never say “yes I’m too tired.”
In general I would not seriously and monogamously date a flight attendant but definitely have casual fun.
The best part about about my experience was the fact that there were 4 of them who shared a 2 bedroom apartment - since they were all rarely home at the same time. But when they were, these girls were completely comfortable sharing a bed with one another and they were also very uninhibited about walking around the apartment nearly naked. I actually think the roommates went out of their way to get noticed whenever I was over.
I was never successful in scoring a 3 some, but I did fuck one of the other flight attendant roommates when my girl was out of town.
I mean really, my girlfriend… er, sexy lioness… puts up with all my strip clubbin’ and whorin’ and attending the rickbangs because, well, y’know… ricks gonna rick. Besides, I’m in an alcoholic fog like 95% of my life so who knows what the fuck I’m doin’? Not me that’s for sure.
Anyhoo, the point is that actually dating sexy female hairless apes doesn’t appeal. I’m a frickin’ lion after all. Now where the fuck is my drivin’ whiskey? ROAR!!!
Just don’t fly Qantas, please, Rick
I could never forgive you if you ripped the guts out of that cute little bear