Stories of pilots trying to impress women!!

[U-I pilot]

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....

 

[Photoflight]

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.

 

[Amish RakeFight]

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.

 

[TurboS7]

Romaina

In Romaina the women think that all pilots dress like homeless people. They consider pilots scum.....

 

[Goose Egg]

I guess thats what you want your peers to think about you.

Yup.

-Goose

 

[rcsimpson]

This NTSB report comes to mind . . .
http://www.ntsb.gov/ntsb/brief.asp?ev_id=20001211X14222&key=1

 

[AA717driver]

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.

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... TC

 

[Amish RakeFight]

Cute story. I had a feeling it was gonna end like that. Congrats on being married for so long.

 

[Counselair]

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

 

[AAslag]

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?

 

[AA717driver]

Slag--We need pictures! TC

 

[check6]

Anybody who went to an aviation school in small town ND or AZ knows that the line does not work. I did however witness one of the fellow CFI's sitting at a table with his licenses out of his wallet. She wasn't impressed.

 

[indianboy7]

I did however witness one of the fellow CFI's sitting at a table with his licenses out of his wallet. She wasn't impressed.

Is that kinda like sitting at a table with your tallywhacker hangin out???imp:

 

[JediNein]

It is getting harder to impress women nowdays.

One fellow tried the "come fly in my Citation" line on me recently. He didn't know I was sitting next to the CP and POI for the outfit that owned the Citation. I played along until the "make Dallas in a hour" line. Then the POI lost it.

He still had a chance after the Dallas line, but trying to bluff the female POI was a dual engine flame-out.

C'est la guerre.

 

[Otto Coarsen]

About a year ago my girlfriend was at the airport patiently getting denied flight after oversold flight on one of my Mesa buddy passes. Now, She's a good looking girl.... Way outta my league... I had to keep her drunk for the first year.....

Anyhow.... She's sitting there reading a book at the gate and an early 20's FO sits across from her reading some motor trend mag or the likes... She noticed him constantly looking over the mag to see if she was looking at him. She said he would pause, put down the magazine and constantly straighten his eppauletts. HE then picks up his cell phone and (she surmised) proceeded to make a fake phone call to his "buddy" speaking in a very loud voice about how he thinks he's going to buy the new z6 he was reading about that weekend. After about 10 minutes he mustered the courage to actually sit down beside her and attempt conversation. She tried to be nice and conversational but she said he kept talking about himself and how great it was being such a young "captain"... (Remember, she's been supporting MY broke captain arse for over a year now and knows quite well what 3-bars and a set of Mesa wings means) Finally after a few minutes she couldn't stand it anymore and kindly explained that she could see through his BS and that she knows "the truth" about how little he was being paid. Bewildered, the douchebagg asked "what are you a flight attendant or something?" She replied no, I'm a nurse, but my boyfriend is desperately trying to escape Mesa's talons of death.

Believe it or not this whack-job continues to probe her. "What does he fly?"

She responded "the Dash for now, but he's quite sure he'll be displaced to jet FO in the near future."

What happened next truley amazed me...... "He replied, The Dash??? Doesn't that have propellers? I was hired into the Jet. I went to school in Farmington to become a JET pilot. He really should consider himself lucky if he gets displace to Jet FO.

She apparently laughed, shook her head and walked away... This nincompoop actually attempted to follow her! She had to scurry into a ladies room and hide out for 10 minutes to escape! Too funny....