Since I have been a flight attendant, I haven’t dated- at least seriously, or long-ly. With a flight attendant, or at least with me, dating becomes this ridiculous balance of where will she be, what timezone is she in, and when will I see her again? You may feel responsible for the sad, but you are not. The stupid job that takes away any control I crave. My life is more than only my airplane job, but includes my ridiculously consuming ambition.
Yes, I know that is not a word, but for this, it best describes how I struggle with getting past the first or third date. The answers are confusing, and the process probably exhausting. I tell ‘normal people’ not to date flight attendants. Well, anywhere with me is nowhere and everywhere all at the same time. You are the one that must deal with my emotions that lack of sleep and exhaustion bring. To date me, or to date anyone means accepting faults, distractions, or focus.
Mix an impossible schedule with impossible ambition. ”- I’ve stopped promising as it seems I can never keep my word. Three months ago, I thought that I wanted a relationship. I have brushed away, dodged, and attempted to disassemble the stereotype that flight attendants have boyfriends in every city, and really, all that I have done this year is add evidence upon evidence that is as easy for a flight attendant as said and done. I’m human, but through every laugh, kiss, and cuddle goodbye, my heart has been slowly chipped away, exhausted by the surface level connections. There was once a time in my flight attendant career when the people that I met mattered more.
LA.” “But I thought…” “Yeah- that was yesterday.” And to the question of, “When will you be back? It doesn’t matter because my life is too much for you and more importantly, it’s too much for me. I know two days here, one day there, meeting and leaving guy after guy after guy. I’ll giggle and bat my eyes to no end, because of course I enjoy the attention. Time is not on my side and probably won’t be as long as I do this.
And even though most of you cringe at the sound of hearing his name because it takes you back to a cornucopia of indelible memories of monotonous English literature, thesis papers, and vocabulary quizzes, Tennessee wrote some pretty remarkable words that often fall on deaf ears.
But as usual this blog is not about Tennessee Williams himself, English literature, or my feeble attempt to indoctrinate a little bit of knowledge into your mind (sorry not sorry, that would be the teacher in me), it is about the question that I get asked all the time day-in and day-out; is it lonely being a flight attendant and is it hard to balance a relationship with your job?
haha) in every city, and travel encounters tend to only lend themselves to superficial, lustful relationships, I constantly feel that I am not taken seriously, not being appreciated for my depth and sincerity. But, I am intensely loyal, and each person that I have met, has now, a space in my memory bank. But it’s all fleeting, and a cycle, one that repeats, and repeats, and repeats.
Time is always given to me in the increments of 24, 32, and 48hrs, stopped when the next flight starts.
Well, from the fact that I cannot keep falling for moments in my life cause it hurts falling continuously, and eventually, if you’re smart one learns to catch themselves. At the next destination, I will still need the smile, still must maintain the image, and still must create new connections.
We flight attendants are some of the most fun, open minded, inquisitive, and interesting individuals you may ever meet. We are gifted a lifestyle that lets us experience so much in so little time. Like me, you won’t be able to remember if you are at Oslo Gardermoen, or Stockholm Arlanda. My heart should never be clipped of the desire to ‘fly.’ I understand my value and know my worth.
I know love and dating with this lifestyle is not easy. If you are a flight attendant dating, value your date.