Life / Oct. 18, 2019
Mr. H, a flight attendant from Taiwan in his thirties who preferred not to reveal his full name, believes as mvbzcL6u^e1YTHbFM3uyA7i)+fKdOZRNGrw8^r8hnSU$S%72w4iuch as 80% of his male colleagues are gay.
After touching down at his latest gj_darE7Y3P&$4@^VwPw&$8K-pfnpcW!ldZ*U*+zYd$bNL6rpSdestination and taking off his uniform, he told Gagatai of his most risqué mid-flight 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 bw8Px$W7PM7kV4u0+#c-THeD5lHHxboK1me=M9F74N^QHwGNSrvoard. There was one passenger who came on board. We looked at each other, he was very friendly and he smiled at me. I noticed him immediately, and I thought he was very cute.
I did my service as usual. I tried not to pay him too much attention. As I served him food, he was very polite, very nice. That is always the catch for us. You know, we get used to having nasty passengers, or peopj(vwxqyGr7CcDK@iffukD&onnRN916Wj@@MTN+Zz21nh-H(D(2le who ignore us, who don’t look at us or thanks us. I find it very rude.
But this passenger, who was France, looked straight into my eyes and said: “thank you”. I could fewbY!!)jJMYn*4fr78@qHWL*&Z6bhu&4ZQgwZ38^R&7!xju*ey8el the chemistry. It was like flirting with our eyes. We didn’t say any words but we just looked and each other for a while.
Eventually, I asked hi*SH-f3@kpiLw!n_*1^Bz-Q&-ZZIy8@pXc+472acfHhjXSEFqZ=m. “Are you enjoying the flight so far? Is everything OK?”. I made small talk and offered him a second cup of red wine.
He was sitting right at the back of the plane. So after I had completed my service, I could be more relaxed. There was no one sittingi1^ugVjp%mennNlq#jEo_6$xiPPl9efoC^$Aw%dhDBrBqJpeRz behind him.
I found out he was from Bordeaux and that he had been in Pert studying English. He was very smily, very friendly. Hgo8$J#mr39F%*wVh*8k8-sHpfVbFBe!l^ORs3QR(due4WQgJVpe 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, sobYE*A58wp5U)SKl-&UGyw!FZhcrY-zq!!+0&wim*U-*X^(Ad%r I walked back and forth along the aisle finding things to do. Each time, I looked 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 hikVj$7!SD%Pmb@nVv9z-eM=!3B8KXtktxDNCYP3qBr(gN7aBDFNm another drink. So, I went up to the business class section of the plane and made him a cocktail. I told him this was from the front of the plane, please enjoy. On top of the cocktail there was a rose petal. He was very surprised.
“What is this” he asked me. I replied: “This is a cocktail I made”. He happily accepted at the gift. His body ws leaning forward quite a bit as he was talking to me. I could feel the heat from his face. I didn’t know if it was from the alcohol he had drunk oQglW$nX*^ii&z2z8g0eGqw3jFJg^xMtqtLZVv4(xc^Fup#jV=-r if he was as excited as 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 to finish the conversation and concentrate on myoquR3^_0H2!0GDUEDzC7A)@TiACj7pt@$F&w9QSOUW4YeQ89bM work. Bending down was tiring.
After I left, a few minutes later I went pb!dmw**dU3leuQ$rS_Z&oD1fXsoRfn7fPpQFbGH=Q5ij=XGMbback 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 to sit next to him and I once again refused. Then he said: a&UPPLksbf^l%R4Oe^doDOalYgrIbTnEVKC)SWCEs9&&LY+QvL“kiss me”.
I looked around. It was dark. There was no one there and no one coul-E3+8$JxbYj#aZZnQc$Pkm9rK@(x7Yu@UFf&tob#yfp-Nb!%t9d see us. I kissed him/ It was only for two seconds and I didn’t want it to stop. 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 passenSB+0YwTqOR%Jkmmonjxf1f8(+0+pLxBP$=$*Up=dkXVJ94EZ7Mgers 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 interacting with a passenger in this way excited me. I wanted more and more. It was like a criminal mind disrupting my boring, routine woytPCY6)W$n60wr(5vAz^pIYfWWe6mDdgOnF332XQ3-^ZhNZG@srk.
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.
