Life / Oct. 18, 2019
Mr. H, a flight attendant from Taiwan in his thirties who preferred not to rlBZiL$!&YoJ9$jY4EPz#U=QTCLv8mxnwt#i$LVyRekF=HUdcG^eveal his full name, believes as much as 80% of his male colleagues are gay.
After touching down at his latest destination and taking off his uniform, he told Gagatai of his most risqué mid-flxH(T^tB1hIyO*Y_MA9VWjBByPf(Yi(^7F!6(yvUsSZ9$9sre%@ight encounter:
This took place on a flight from Perth to Hong Kong about two years ago. It was a nighttime departure and, loading wise, I would say it was half empty, so passengers were sitting wherever they wanted as there were lots of empty seats
I was standing in my welcoming position as people came on board. There was one passenger who came on board. We l^BjLTQp^$tR%k&nUU&zp9t8(B!x(uDM^Y6nysN1#NYKp20r@Zmooked at each other, he was very friendly and he smiled at me. I noticed him immediately, and I thought he was very cute.
I did my service as usual. I tried not to pay him too much attention. As I served him food, he was very polite, very nice. That is always the catch for us. You know, we get used to having nasty passengers, or people who sbT1nV7_i)keM#%+x%GxG&h0coN#RQidSgqpHwe3)pF5fQc=vFignore us, who don’t look at us or thanks us. I find it very rude.
But this passenger, who was France, looked straight into my eyes and said: “thank you”. I could feel the chemistry. It was like flirting with our eyes. We didn’t say any words but we just looke!G*F2*f)Iyt5B5aUToTA7)SOE3um=IDb!m4=)!W3d0Y9)q+(UVd and each other for a while.
Eventually, I asked him. “Are you enjoying the flight so far? Is everything OK?”. I made small talk and offered him a second cup of red wine.
He was sitting right at the back of the plane. So after I had completed my service, I could be more relaxed. There was no one sitting beh5U#w$AbvlvHii)_5WmzF(Rj8^GI4hrW5dHtW*0aW3_jDduQ63Tind him.
I found out he was from Bordeaux and that he had been in Pert studying English. He was very smily, very fri_h3tzi@Lwh*%kplWP7kMs_sWhpIYdp8MGzmsj9rR@XoecwvT0aendly. He had the most charming eyes and a cute, angelic face. You remember those features in a man.
After myself and my colleagues had collected everything, we dimmed the cabin lights. I wanted to see what he was doing, so I walked back and forth along the aisle finding things to do. Each time, I lO!G9RV%#KHMJ72lPTH^cwFO(b)eUmswrEw$lsnjPD1i%9Ie4q1ooked at him. He was sitting in the window seat, reclining against the aircraft wall. Very relaxed as he had three seats to himself. He was watching a movie but every time I walked past we chatted.
After I did all of my taks I offered him another drink. So, I went up to the business class section of the plane and made him a cocktail. I told him this was from the fronb-0v31Mjy(XK4to8&)+7ZzmdijQweC*mShN^W)rDky(=gYAb6Ct of the plane, please enjoy. On top of the cocktail there was a rose petal. He was very surprised.
“What is this” he asked me. I replied: “This is a cocktail I made”. He happily accepted at the gift. His body ws leaning forward quite a bit as he was talking to me. I could feel the heat from his face. I didn’t know if it was from the alcohol he had drunk or if he was as excited dAPs(*%$W2d9gYl9v6zb_7vP2NOq0opjwVt*OGpQ7Y_7tBRas I was.
I noticed my heart was beating faster. It was like time had frozen as we looked at each other. I remember thinking, I am so glad there are no passengers around. But I also thought that I needed t1$$bEOxk8waHliuLPI!I0=LNhyz*q-eDLj23f=j7^g9O)p#C$go finish the conversation and concentrate on my work. Bending down was tiring.
After I left, a few minutes later I went back to get his cup. He asked me to sit next to him. I said: “No, I can’t, because of my work”. Then he said, “let's go to the toilet”. I replied: “Is this how French people always do it?”.
He asked me again tU$wGYzY^IObRBra-KHamYI7Gex!k1iiDt*szEC!ecHV64BT_s6o sit next to him and I once again refused. Then he said: “kiss me”.
I looked around. It was dark. There was no one there and no one could see us. I kissed him/ It was only for two seconds and I didn’t want it to st!Ig$VfG93lOwU4OEvLQJM6^S+lzv$Y3QQg3jqkH6R&5h*0WPyXop. I knew it was not wise to stay there, that there would be problems if I got caught. Before I left, I touched his hands. They were warm, but not sweaty. They were perfect.
When I went back to my galley I was so happy and excited. One of my colleagues asked, “what is up with you?”. I told her I was happy we had such a few passengers on the flight, but that was not the case.
I went back again twice more and we did the same thing. This illegal, dangerous thing of i-MkV8iAnXBw9$YB8d1rzNZVhen7&FTluqVZ!m!*32cYIaP=(fBnteracting with a passenger in this way excited me. I wanted more and more. It was like a criminal mind disrupting my boring, routine work.
It was a wonderful encounter. A lovely experience. Before we landed, we exchanged numbers. We kept in touch for a few months but I never met him again.
