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Great thread: I always try to avoid it, because this is how I envision it going...

Girl: "Oh, so you fly for a passenger airline?"

Me: "No, I actually fly cargo."

Girl: "So then, like FedEx, or UPS?"

Me: "Well, no it's actually a smaller company called A*rNet"

Girl(blank stare, interest waning): "Ohhhhh...but I bet you fly big cool jets"

Me(seeing the end is near): "No, they are smaller jets, kind of like corporate"

Girl(looking around for an investment banker): "Ohhhhh, right, yea one of my friends does that stuff"

Anyways, the first time I met my fiance I was a movie producer. God bless her, and god bless Vince Vaughn. Later!
 
I specialize in the transportation of aluminum and aluminum accessories.....usually gets a blank stare and a "oh.....i see"........never tell them you're a pilot until you're sharing a smoke after the deed........all they see is a fat, lazy drunkard who's on his 4th wife and 43rd girlfriend....
 
I once told a girl, (on the second date, mind you) that I was so attracted to her that she could give me herpes of the eyes and I wouldn't care. I never made it to a third date. (Which is unfortunate, because I meant it.)

Those of you who are particularly keen will notice I posted this true story in another thread recently. The important part is the overall lesson to be learned. Don't be a jackass like me. Keep certain thoughts, feelings, truths, to yourself.
 
I bartended my way through college, a couple of buddies came up for discounted drinks (which they didn't get). in little while 3 girls came and sat at the bar, before I could get their drink order, one went up to the girls and said "I'm a pilot" leader of the group turned around and responded "Yeah, we can tell" them promptly turned her back and ignored my friends the rest of the night.
 
This is a funny thread. Recently, we had a posting which contrasted Pay:Glamour - declaring pilot to be "high pay, high glamour". Bear with me a moment while I tie the decline of the profession and SJS into this thread.

There is still a non-pilot subculture which believes in the lies of glamour. Given the beacon of a high glamour job, and the potential that the glamour one obtains can be used to pick up women, among other excellent possibilities, we then generate the PFT phenomenon. Young males will bear any burden to be allowed to don classic Ray-Bans, wear a big watch, and shout out, from the cockpit, (like Leo deC in Titanic), "I'm the Pilot King of the Wooorrrllld!"

The system has generated an overly large herd of Ray-Ban wearing young male pilots. Since our markets are supply and demand, management can now easily drive down pay to food-stamp levels. Yet, since there is still a glamour associated with the profession, the supply never dries up. There is a steady flow of youngsters with SJS and the money for PFT.

By the time the SJS victim realizes that women simply laugh at him, and the glamour is a facade readily promoted by the industry, it is too late... he has no other skills beyond gear slinging, so he is stuck.

The answer is to somehow eliminate the glamour aspect of the job. Skilled trades like a plumber have zero glamour... the supply of willing candidates is smaller, driving wages up. I have no doubt that plumbers pick up more chicks than pilots, as they are usually friendlier and less egotistical. :rolleyes:
 
I generally tell people I'm an underwater welder/commercial diver. That stops them from asking many questions about what I do.

If it's somebody I don't want to talk to, I tell them I'm in the poultry industry. Inevitably, they ask what I do specifically.... With a straight face, I look at them and say "well, those chickens don't kill themselves". They usually don't want to talk anymore. I have to admit....I picked this one up from a buddy about a year ago..
 
I like to tell chicks that I am a tooth-brush quality assurance specialist for crest. When they ask more like what does that mean. I tell them I count all the bristles on each tooth-brush that go out the door. Use it fellas it's a killer..
 
I decided a while back that piloting was inherently unimpressive and therefore abandoned any design to secure romantic relationships (yeah, I'm one of those sensitive guys) through the disclosure of my profession. Besides, I think that flying causes the type of girls that I would want (the relationship oriented ones) to view me as suspect. Oh well. Got a sweet girlfriend right now! And she's relationship oriented and thinks that flying is impressive. Go figure.

-Goose
 
A fellow intern (Female) told me that at SIU in a bar, a student pilot started to pull the "im a pilot line." She was a Comm/Inst. maybe even instructor.....
She played along for a little like "can you take me up alone with you??" He was like "i ALMOST have my private."

She was impressed....
 
I can't believe nobodys posted the blimp folder

Girl: What do you do?
Me: I'm the blimp folder for goodyear.
Girl: What...really?
Me: Oh yah. You see thier pretty slow so when we take em cross country we have to fold them and put them in trucks. I fold it up.
Girl: I had no idea they did that.
Me: Oh yah...in fact my buddy over there is the powder man. Kinda like when you get a new beach ball its got that powder between the folds...he lays the powder while I fold.

Saying your a pilot can hep your chances but you have to understand when to tell. If you tell a girl and the first thing she says is "oh I bet you make allot of money" the deals like 70% done already. If she says "oh I bet you have to be away from home allot" you should move on.
 
Sounds to me like a lot of you pretend to be coy about the technique. It seems that you feel embarrased or play down the fact that you're a pilot as if it were some huge stigma. I guess thats what you want your peers to think about you.
 
Romaina

In Romaina the women think that all pilots dress like homeless people. They consider pilots scum.....
 
Not having any success at our regular bars, a friend and I decided to go to the Adam's Mark Hotel near the airport. The bar was a real meat market (it was 1984).

So, we wear coats and ties and Lear pins on our ties and head off. (I think I may have had an instrument ticket at that time and my friend had his CFI and Multi.) So we're off to tell these chicks that we're corporate Learjet pilots. :rolleyes:

We get there and the place was hopping as we'd hoped. In about 30 sec., he's headed off with some chick and I'm left holding his drink and talking to her friend. (Now, we'd already been drinking for awhile and I'm pretty hammered.) They dance and dance and the other girl and I end up outside on the sofa talking. (Well, she was talking and I was trying not to pass out.)

I'm figuring it's time to go--I'm more interested in sleeping than getting laid by that point. So we said our good byes and left--at least my friend got a phone number.

A couple of days later, I was forced into a double date--I had no idea what the girl looked like (the alcohol erased my memory of that night) and really wasn't interested anyway. But, my friend REALLY wanted to get laid and the only way to do it was via the double date. I agreed.

My friend got laid. The other girl and I just celebrated our 20th wedding anniversary.

She was kind of impressed that I was a pilot when we met. She's not now... :rolleyes: ;) TC
 
Back in my flight instructing days there was a guy I used to work with that told women, "I have the earning potential of $250,000 a year". It never worked for him but he also had a few other dating handicaps. Last I heard he was selling insurance. Who knows, maybe now he does.

Counselair
 
December 31 1999. Somewhere in the midwest.

This beautiful vision was struggling with her rollaboard (a flight attendant).
It was heavy, and was so stuffed that it did not close correctly.

Struggling with her industrial suitcase zipper I said, (while looking down her blouse), "did you pack for an international trip, or what".

She said nothing, just smiled. I was allowed to help with her cargo, and was promptly invited to meet her and the rest of the crew to begin our long layover, and the millenium celebration.

She had cleaned out our 9's liquor cabinet, and every little amber and gold bottle was standing at attention on her dresser (good girl).

Reminded me of the Cairo trips. The FA's traditionally claimed all the booze at destination before the Egyptians stole it. Usually the junior crewmember had the "privilege" of transporting this big green trashbag full of clinking bottles of beer and liquor through customs (me).

Wait, I didn't have a line. Why am I telling you this

I was the Captain.

(WAS is the key word)

"ce la vie"

Je vous trouve tres jolie, quand pourrai-je vous revoir?
 

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