Unfortunately, my time flying for Delta has been like the first time I went to my college girlfriends sorority house, expecting to see pillow fights in panties and girls brushing each-other's hair in bath towels - or maybe just plain sucking face. Let's just say I wish she never would have taken me. It was a dream killer, like learning Santa Claus and the Easter bunny were not real. And so it has been with the flight attendants: total wet blanket. Remember what started this thread. It wasn't just one or two of them that complained about needing a size bigger than 18 in the red dress - and it's no joke when we refer to Atlanta's international concourse as the attack of the killer tomatoes (imagine a hundred or so of those red dresses stomping around.)
Sadly, bragging about banging a flight attendant is soon to be like bragging about owning a sweet-ass waterbed. People just don't look at them the same anymore.