Last night I went to a favorite restaurant bar owned by a couple of friends of mine. As the night slipped away and the shots kept coming, we were joined by a trio of English flight attendants. I can honestly say they were one of the most unique bunch of people I have ever met in my life! I do mean that in the most delightful way, but were they ever odd!
One was half Irish, half English - born in Ireland and raised in England. Another was born in Spain and later moved to England. The last I have no idea about, other than the fact that he was hot. As we covered everything from circumcisions to eyeglasses, it became readily apparent that there was a great deal in common. What struck me is that no one was really looking for commonalities, we just naturally found them. Perhaps that is because Queers naturally have quite a few things in common, at least when it comes to taste in men and accessories.
So the three flight attendants regaled us with stories of their sorted exploits. It was delicious. I realized that while these guys were considerably younger than I am, I momentarily wanted to go to flight attendant school and learn how to do that seat belt demonstration thing so that I too could go to exotic lands and meet exotic men.
But, alas, the night came to a close and I was off to the casa without signing up for flight attendant school. In the end, traveling around the world meeting new guys all of the time just isn't that much fun. Hold on, let me try again, meeting new guys all of the time just isn't that much. Isn't that much fun. I'm going to keep repeating this to myself, it may take a while to believe. Tray tables up, please.
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