Now, despite being the one city other than London that I have visited more than any other (during my flying days, I was there at least twice a month) I absolutely love it. The shopping is amazing, the nightlife is exciting, and the city is buzzing.
This encounter happened around 15 years ago, right over the Christmas holidays. Back home it was cold, wet, and miserable and having just split with my long-term boyfriend, Jake after I caught him red handed in bed with my then best friend, I was in quite an emotional state. In New York it was freezing cold, but magnificent as the whole city was completely covered in a thick, white blanket of snow.
I followed my usual routine of packing my bag, showering, and shaving (I always ensured my legs were silky smooth) then got dressed into my uniform and on this particular occasion stockings and suspenders as I was determined to make Jake regret having cheated on me and headed for the airport for the lunchtime flight out of Gatwick. Upon arrival at the airport, I met with the rest of the crew, which consisted of an unusually older crew, including 3 guys.