lundi 24 novembre 2008

I kissed a girl and I liked it

Admittedly she was only six weeks old, and it was a peck on the cheek and a cuddle.

The weekend in Amsterdam with my friends, their 4 year-old and their newborn was lovely. We did nothing, achieved little and on Sunday we never left the house. Truly the relaxing weekend that I needed.

And the baby is just beautiful. Really quite gorgeous. I get this way with friends kids, I have to say. I fall totally in love with them and really enjoy the time I spend with them. Whenever I've taken a holiday with friends and their kids or with my brother and his kids, it is always the kids that end up making the trip special.

So getting to spend this time with my lovely friends and their beautiful daughters was a real treat. It was, as expected, the polar opposite of my weekend with Conortje in Den Haag, but nonetheless it was lovely.

It was with a heavy heart that I waved them goodbye at Schiphol.

On the flight home I got sat next to a leg presser.

Of all the people you don't want to sit next to on a plane, the leg presser is high up on the list. He's on the list somewhere next to the smelly person, the nursing mother, the vomiter, the unaccompanied minor, the chatty Cathy and the Eastern European hooker (I sat next to a pair of these once between Paris and Valencia. One of the worst flights of my life).

Anyway, I was on the aisle, he was in the middle. And no matter where I put my leg, he followed it a couple of seconds later with his. He pressed his leg up against mine for practically the whole flight.

Now, I'm not always one to complain about these things - I remember flying Alitalia from Bucharest to Milan MXP quite vividly (and I remember it quite often, he he) - but this guy was a pain. He was mid-forties, nerdy and he was 'reading' a very dull computer magazine. So, more Pee-Wee Herman than George Clooney, and a real effing nuisance.

To make it worse, when we were getting off the plane and the crowd was lining the aisle waiting to move forward, I swear I felt his hand cup my backside.

I turned to look at him and he winked. He winked. I mean really. Winked.

Now, I like being winked at and touched up by strange men as much as the next 'mo, but being touched up in economy? Non merci.

I have standards, you know.

27 commentaires:

amy a dit…

Aww, see you do love kids and not just for an hour! (and I hope you're referring to the great Jill Sobule song and not that awful Katy Perry in your title)

PS I hope someday you'll tell us about the EE hookers...

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Amy, Katy Perry is good when I'm onto my fifteenth Jack and coke....he he. Before then, she's a little, erm, annoying.

conortje a dit…

standards? How things can change in only a week's time ;-) :-)

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Big C, you're too cheeky for your own good sometimes. Now be gone with you...!

conortje a dit…

I know - it'll be my downfall. That or cocktails, I haven't worked out which is more likely yet...

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Trouble is, Big C, that one usually leads to the other ;-)

Victor a dit…

I agree. 'Feels' should only be allowed in First and Business Class where you have paid for and expect 'additional services'.

tornwordo a dit…

Ugh, we have leg pressers on the subway too.

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Victor - I agree. Just don't tell the cabin crew....

Torny, the Paris métro also has them, but they tend to be grabbing for your wallet instead...which is nice...

wontletlifedefineme a dit…

I get those leg-pressers and 'love to encroach on your personal space' types on public transport a lot too. It's why I travel by car a lot...

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Marjolein, I've had those moments in cars too....but it's always been welcomed ;-) he he...

Louise a dit…

Apparently you did not have any diaper duty, or maybe that gorgeous little girl wouldn't have been so attractive!

Nothing is better than two little girls, though. I'll bet the 4-year-old was quite entertaining as well.

He WINKED?! I cringe.

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Louise, the 4 year old is always entertaining. Very cool little girl she is.

And I know, winking! Can you imagine. Vile.

Anthony a dit…

Euw! I don't know which is worse? Being touched up in economy or just being in economy in the first place ......

aims a dit…

I got my backside squeezed - repeatedly - in Mexico City on the metro. It was so crowded I couldn't even move away. My skin crawled for hours. Ugh...!

You made me snicker with this one TBNIL!

Nico a dit…

You had the whole flight to complain and yet you kept your mouth shut. Why? Hmm?

cb a dit…

Perhaps you just have that "hit on me" vibe. I evidently have the "I'll punch you" vibe as nobody ever cups my ass or winks at me on flights.

Daryl a dit…

ewwwwwwwww .. and his hand had been in that nerdy magazine!

Clearly you underestimate your powers ... imagine what he blogged about today!

:-Daryl

12ontheinside a dit…

Worse than the leg presser is the smelly leg presser. I seem to sit next to them on my train commute every day. Although none of them have groped my arse as I got off the train, so I guess you win.

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Anthony, I know. It's so awful being a right-turner.

Aims, all those mexican men with time on their hands and you on their mind - or is that the other way round?

Nico, I don't know why. Must be the british in me. or maybe the lady doth protest too much....

travelling, but not in love a dit…

CB - I'd wink at you. I'd even cup your arse if I thought I'd get away with it ;-)

Daryl, can you imagine - boys who read nerdy mag's like me! I'm so upset.

12oti, I bet they'd pinch your arse if they thought they'd get away with it. I'm just an easier target is all...

Valleys Mam a dit…

I just love the smell of a new baby all johnsons baby powder and newness.
Best way to deal with leg pressers is to either dig a finger nail in them, tip coffee on them or just say very loudly -"If you need more leg room you could ask to be moved"
I once had my bum fondled in the square in Rome while the Pope wa doing his Urbi et Orbi ,or some such - how ir-religious. And me being a chapel girl as wel uch a fi

A Lewis a dit…

Oh yeah, I've heard that line before: "I just want to cuddle." The hell you do.

travelling, but not in love a dit…

VM - what a religious experience that must have been for you!

Lewis, he he....no pulling the wool over your eyes, eh?

mi a dit…

I would say that another one of those annoying beings on planes are those who sit on the window while you sit aisle, try to have a well deserved nap and they wake you up every five minutes to get out...

There should be rules for that. I normally fly window, because then, I will not have to bother anyone and noone will bother me.

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Hi Mi - I'm an aisle flyer - and I really hate the people who get up and down all the time...to the point where I think I may become a window flyer for long haul...

welcome, btw.

Swearing Mother a dit…

I'd rather have a leg presser than a face to face space invader - those people who get too damned close when they talk to you so you can even feel (smell) their breath.

Yuk, especially if they've been eating tuna sarnies or pilchards. Would rather have my bottom cheek cupped any day, thank you very much. Sadly though, two hands would be needed due to over-indulgence of pre-Christmas booze and chocs already.