*shudder* *gag*

Flew back from my  awesome vacation today.  I was thinking I would do my post on "love" in the time that I have today.  I've been meaning to post  on it since February but haven't since it feels like I'm bragging and/or getting way to personal.

I was going to do it today, but bad things happened on the flight home and I need to rant.

I GOT FRIGGIN' MOLESTED BY MY SEATMATE! 

The old-ish man, a complete stranger, who was sitting next to  me on the plane kept trying to kiss me and hold my hand after they did the beverage service.  He was from Poland, did not speak English well, and apparently didn't believe in deodorant or personal space.

He did have enough English to say, "You are a sexy woman!" but did not understand "I have a boyfriend!"

For any women out there who stumble across this post:

If you are sitting next to a man that does not hold your romantic interest, the correct answer to, "Are you married?" is "Yes.  Yes I am."

I leave you this gem and hopefully you will learn from my mistake.