I was traveling on business from Denver to Houston, a trip that I had made many many times before, but this particular trip would be exceptional, that’s for sure. It was a Frontier flight that they made several times a day and this particular flight was a late afternoon one, being I needed to be in Houston for business the next day .

Immediately, as I walked down the isle, toward my seat I noticed a very attractive flight attendant. She had reddish blonde shoulder length hair, a petite frame, and even though she was wearing the Frontier blazer and navy blue skirt, I could see she had a nice figure and what I suspected was a firm looking little butt.

I of course said hi, as I went past her, which made her smile and say hi too. We ended up making eye contact a lot and in a way, like me, I felt she was trying to get my attention, which wasn’t hard to do. She had a very attractive and alluring smile, and when I noticed she conveniently had her blouse unbuttoned enough to show a hint of cleavage, it made it hard to not get caught staring.

I tried to be as inconspicuous as possible, and as I continued to check her out, I saw she wasn’t wearing a wedding ring, which made me think, “Maybe she just didn’t wear one, or maybe she wasn’t married,” but in either case, I thought about wanting to ask her what she was going to do in Houston, but nervously, not knowing how to broach the subject, I was hesitant to ask.

I had an aisle seat, kind of toward the middle of the plane, and feeling this flight attendant seemed to always be hanging close to where I was seated, and we continued to look at each other, I felt there was an attraction we were both feeling. I was very attracted to her and every time I happened to look up from checking her out, see always seemed to be looking too.

It seemed we were both silently flirting, smiling at each other and seeing we were getting close to landing in Houston, I deliberately got her attention. I wanted to talk with her, and I hope the opportunity would present itself to ask if she wanted to go get a drink when we landed. Talking with each other, I asked her name, and jokingly asked, “What are you doing when we get to Houston?”

I think it surprised her, but she introduced herself and after shaking hands she said, “I don’t know, why?

Leaned down, she smiled and simply told me her name was Dani, and after introducing myself, I continued to find a way to ask. Taking a deep breath, feeling it was now or never, I stepped out of my comfort zone and boldly asked, “Would you like to get a drink when we land?”

It was nice to finally be talking with her, but when I saw her thinking, not saying anything right away, I worried. I really didn’t want to lose the opportunity, and after taking another breath, I waited for her to answer.

I was nervous to ask, and I think it surprised her a little, because she did hesitate, but then smiling she said, “Sure, why not.”

In turn, it shocked me at first too, but after explaining that she was actually scheduled to have an evening layover, I smiled and wholeheartedly agreed it would be nice.

Immediately, she suggested, we could meet up at one of the airport bars, I don’t remember actually which one, but it was very close to our gate. I was relieved it was out there and I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of being with her, continuing to smile as I checked her out.

After the plane landed, and we all proceeded to get off the plane, I made sure to simply say, “See you later,” as I passed by her.



It did make her look around nervously, but then smiling she casually replied, “Bye.”

Getting off the plane, heading up the jet way, I made my way through the gate area, and went directly over to the cantina she suggested to get a booth. Sitting there, nervously waiting, watching, hoping she’d show, I actually thought for a moment she might be standing me up. However, suddenly there she was, and smiling I waved to her. Seeing me, she too smiled and quickly walked over to where I was seated.



I think we were both a little nervous but after a few drinks and some simple appetizers, I felt we were becoming more and more easygoing. In conversation, I found out she had been married, but had been divorced and being I was in a serious relationship at the time, I made up a story, explaining that I had been married too.

Yea, I wanted this to happen and seeing her smiling, I felt there might be a chance. However, when our conversation lulled and I saw her too searching for what to say next, and feeling I needed to keep things going, I angled to get her number before we ended up leaving the bar. It made her smile, and instead of giving me her number, she suggested, “How about we go to my hotel,” and then said, “We can continue our conversation there.”

I was of course elated, thinking, “Yea, I wanted to go,” but not wanting to appear overly anxious I simple said, “Sure.”

Hearing this, she smiled, and as we finished our drinks, she told me, the airlines provided her with a hotel room in the airport Marriott, which was just off the main terminal.