The increasing number of ski posts all over reminded me of this story, which is amusing now, but almost got me strangled at 36000 feet. This should be helpful to married guys who think they will not be caught.

Once upon a time I had frequent biz on the West Coast for weeks at a time, and could fly through Denver, Salt Lake, and SFO, each of which is near to pleasant ski resorts: Vail, Snowmass, Alta, Heavenly Valley.

Then-wifey now-ex did not like to travel or ski, and would visit her mom when hubby went away. She did not expect frequent phone calls, because she always got a nice vacation trip with hubby after each lengthy trial, for sunshine and beaches far south.

Lonely traveling Hubby liked to meet flight attendants in connecting cities to ski and sip rum by the chalet fireplace, while paging through the Kama Sutra and commenting upon the amazing dexterity shown in the illustrations. Fireplaces are great for 69 antics for hours and hours. It is a form of birth control and stress relief.

After one long trial of several weeks with one too many ski trips mixed in, Hubby came home and the blissful couple packed up to go to the Carib via Miami.

We got on the plane in DC. Lo and behold the young lady at the door greeting passengers had last been seen and thoroughly tasted in Vail by the fireplace, from several different viewpoints. It gets worse. Another of the flight attendants (we used to say stewardesses) had been up to Heavenly Valley for a few days of downhill and horizontal aerobics. The coincidence was so improbable that they had difficulty controlling their facial expressions and body language. By the time we got to Miami, wifey had figured out that Hubby had spent more than a few nights by the fire with these two young ladies, and she was fuming. So, she goes back home to mommy instead, and leaves poor hubby in Coconut Grove with these two flight attendants who were neighbors and found the events very amusing.

Such was the beginning of the end of that experiment with monogamy. Marriage is an abnormal state for a healthy homo sapiens male. In such cases you hide and move your assets to a safer State, move yourself, and fight hard to maintain your independence and freedom from the predations of alimony. It worked out fine. That was about 200 vixens ago. Yet evey time I see or read anything about ski-ing I relive the scary two hours on the plane, the interrogation, and most of all the utter lack of sense of humor shown by wives whose husbands are just being normal Bonobos.

I have a theory that some of the top rated traveling girls are actually flight attendants. That is why they are in as many as 2-3 cities a week. You think?

HB

Makes perfect sense, especially when you consider the awful salaries that the airlines pay attendants. Given the massive deficits that the airlines are experiencing, their salaries are likely to contract further.

During the late '60's, there was a great California airline named PSA, which had some of the hottest "stewardesses" in mini-skirts. They flew on the "Coffee, Tea, or Me" advertising premise, but it was all pretty much teasing. With these tough economic times, maybe it will be closer to reality.

Can't say the fight attendents had a great deal of respect for your privacy.  Perhaps they were punishing you because of their embarrassment over your having been with both of them?

Anyway, the outcome was better for you, and for the incomes of the 200 ladies - all in all, a satisfactory conclusion.

GFs often want to break up a marriage so they get more vacation trips and attention. Wifey was a poor sport. Monogamy sucks.
Glad to be done with it and to have learned the lesson without terminal alimony or damaged kids. All of my kids are unknown fortunately.

On your feet all day....on your back all night...