Anyone who has seen an Air- hostess before perhaps wonders why these Airline companies always keep employing such beautiful girls.  It's as if beauty is a major priority when recruiting these hostesses and yes, they do get thumps up for their efforts.

The girls steal your breathe away and you're often tempted to ask for their personal addresses such that you begin pursuing them for an intimate relationship.

There is that allegation that these Airline princesses only have a soft heart for the cream- de-la- cream of society and not the regular tycoon whose money can't buy her a cup of coffee at Matinez Coffee Shop in central London.

And so if you can't afford such a refined lifestyle, what would you be doing chatting up such a girl? Is there a possibility that she will like you with your cartoon money and the fact that you rarely fly first class?  
The answer to these two questions is in my experience I had recently when I flew business class from Entebbe through London to Amsterdam.

I was aboard one of those foreign commercial jets and as we touched Heathrow  I hailed out to one of the hostess to ask her if I could find Miles Davis' Sketches of Spain album in one of the Duty Free shops at the airport.

I could see that she was amused at my question and ventured to ask her why that coy smile on her face."I have a copy of that album with me right now. Do you like bebop?"
"Yes, I do. But are you serious you have the album with you?" I gushed out in excitement hardly able to believe my luck.

 I had been looking for a replacement of this album after a certain riff-raff by the name of Jordan came to my house and asked me to borrow him the music because he wanted to impress his girl friend on how he had taste for organic music.

Damn, that bastard. Who ever told him that you can impress a girl about something you don't know about? "Of course I do. You think I am lying to you, not so? I will bring it and you see it."

Seconds later, she came back holding the music in her slender hand and gave it to me.
"I love this handiwork. It is one of those master pieces that define the man as a jazz legend of his time. I have never heard any one play the horn, like he did. The sound is like a breath of life," I said forgetting that she was even there.

"Are you a jazz artiste yourself," she inquired."Not really. I am a music critic and I believe as a critic you need to listen to something called Jazz because it contributes to the core of any music genre. It's importantly about the arrangement of the instruments and composition," I said.

 You must be good at what you do. My name is Bridget and I sometimes play the trumpet when I am not flying . I am happy to have met you."I am John. I am also glad to have met a girl who plays the trumpet an instrument that many think is a preserve for men and not women.

She laughed at what sounded either as a compliment or a flattery to her fine artistry.
By now, the plane had landed and a couple of passengers had hopped off the commercial jet.

She came and sat in the passenger seat which was next to me. We plunged into a conversation about jazz music which must have lasted about more than half an hour.

When the plane was to takeoff, she gave me her contact and asked me to call her on her cell phone when we reached Amsterdam. We would continue our conversation from there.
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