Life / Oct. 18, 2019
Mr. H, a flight attendant from Taiwan in his thirties who preferred not to reveal his full name, believes as much as 80% of his male colleagues ar-iQ%f+%KGDeD$wMtr%j4RTOjMxzHUIhm#Y^XZZSv#Z1fn@mI%Ze gay.
After touching down at his latest destination and taking off his uniform, he told Gagatai of his most risqué mid-flight enco%g)w9*U8RBVdObmlA&WxxQ$2O&z5UE+10$TQ8dR5I$$Rlkl66*unter:
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 w3oRFA)f2pagEtN)@6eyx#nBWC4JZrC&JLe^TAzyuTCk!cPjoh%as 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. PP#9#)FCQ1ldORM$DCO8@BqHLpkRXrbata$R#MntPq+cW@CkPUYou know, we get used to having nasty passengers, or people who ignore us, who don’t look at us or thanks us. I find it very rude.
But tb*zKaU3!AV)dOuH3j(we8*Ap9sC=7qF#PyrQHndLcVeTR_f0wnhis 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 looked and each other for a while.
Eventually, I asked him. “Are you enjoying the flight so far? Is everythin*fX)@qxs)O@qwQE_p=r+43TCzft-qr-j8-81HMoj9aL3@rxmO!g 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 waelI+@gIU$Wf3T^qN+vD3tWikgMD4&vdx2^VqE6VMZbklsN#fBrs no one sitting behind him.
I found out he was from Bordeaux and rROK^$Owp!Fss6r_QqSUd$(kc@KnLEe6hFdRJtFL3FE)L#hZY9that he had been in Pert studying English. He was very smily, very friendly. He had the most charming eyes and a cute, angelic face. You remember those features in a man.
After myself and my colleagues had collected everything, we dimmed the cabin lights. I wanted to see what he was doing, so I walked back and forth along the aisle finding things to do. Each time, I looked at him. He was sitting in the window seat, reclining against theVf!5BAE_sEgyw+0rVW7HTk9Zsp&uKa5J7a5Xeyb+v(N3M+fjQT aircraft wall. Very relaxed as he had three seats to himself. He was watching a movie but every time I walked past we chatted.
After I did all of my taks I offered him another drink. So, I went up to the business class section of the plane and made him a cocktail. I told him this waUrlZy7YZqbxB2j)@F0vw@8PBdQ+_gZJ#rH6lQsuVRuq4#Mau03s from the front of the plane, please enjoy. On top of the cocktail there was a rose petal. He was very surprised.
“What is this” he asked me. I replied:)%^UImOBZ=xA&yrld8Is83!jf5#$HgGQyrQBzDO+_^x7qg8G-i “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 as I was.
I noticed my heart was beating faster. It was like time had frozen as we looked at each other. I remember I+@mCTrA*F2lmGZB^3e#IXnAHv4u^zMPCSdY2dCQDl95-HoAYcthinking, I am so glad there are no passengers around. But I also thought that I needed to 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 fJX2dVokJ*GpYKM_SBY!r0qdVEXrb1$&vFM^_wy5I$IeQF0B2Fme 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 nx7J2vOT2-WC@C@&I&yRca$(Ttq(Z6o(g^(EoXB@!K5I%*$^JMBext 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 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, bn8OTvrG0x+le4#tI4_QN0^a^3#P&caTxh_nHZnyRRcl9IR(F1Aut 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 weFvN0Fsp7Epn&=3x%4QZSa!VAi0IL)0i5DMi$CTBXZv*PBw%V3r 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 interacting with a passenger in this way excited me. I wanted more and more. It was like a criminal mind disrupting my boring, routi68a9QPH+Dhdn_lXg0lyQGLQT-YinMXC_g)zidGHc%d*zq&Eti-ne 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.
