One drunken night, I spotted a rugby team partying at a long table.I jumped on it and knocked back their drinks one by one.I applied to transfer to cabin crew, figuring I’d rack up some fun experiences and get over my breakup.Who can resist an application that says: “You will work hard, but you will party harder”?It was a lot to put up with, especially for my meager starting salary of 12,000 pounds (about ,000) for my 1,000 flying hours a year. From the Caribbean to South Africa, I had a guy at every port.
As mentioned in this post here, I have dated four flight attendants over the years; but never had I ever met them on the plane as they worked their flights.
I didn’t know what I wanted to be when I grew up, but I did know that I wanted a love like my parents had. On one trip, while flying to the luxe coastal city of Nerja, Spain, I was mesmerized by the glamorous air hostesses in their yellow and blue uniforms.
They looked so elegant and I wanted to be one of them.
I couldn’t believe what goes on thousands of feet in the air.
More than once, I had a passenger slide his hand up my skirt when I was attending to the overhead compartment.