I think I’ll remember my own LIFE

So…I think my entire flight home today can be described with one phrase…”The guy sitting next to me stroked my arm”.  Yes…read that again…he STROKED my arm.  Now, I’ve never met this man before in my life.  He’s a complete random stranger that was sitting next to me on the plane.  When I sat down next to him, he seemed really nice and he was an attractive guy.  He introduced himself as Jaymz (yes…that IS how you spell his name…I hate how people try to give normal names retarded spellings…unless it’s a dog or possibly a nickname.  Then it’s ok.)  and then I swear to God he gave me his life story.  I found out he is 34, unmarried, no kids, has lived in Indiana all his life, has never flown on a plane before, and is moving to Florida to house sit for an old friend.  It was a little odd…but whatever.  He still seemed nice enough.  Then, he got a little weird and kept complimenting me.  But, he wouldn’t stop!  I know I’m not so attractive that a guy should be complimenting me for an HOUR straight.  But he started with my eyes, then he told me that my eyes and nose are very German looking (I have no idea what that even means).  He kept looking over and smiling at me…and he said I’m just looking at your dimples.  I don’t have dimples!!!  Unless he means my chubby cheeks???  Then he kept telling me how sexy I am and that I have wonderful skin.  Seriously…he didn’t shut up.  It got super creepy.  He kept trying to convince me that I should come visit him in Florida and that I’m so sexy and he thought I would look hot in a bikini (obviously I don’t).  By this point, I’m pretty freaked out so I’m pretty much just knitting and not paying attention to him.  Then, as we come in for the landing…he smiled (super creepy) and reached out and stroked my arm.  I had no idea how to react.  I looked at him and was like, wtf was that?  He laughed and was like…sorry, but your skin is just so soft.  Seriously?  Why me?  Why must the freaks love me?

Then, to make the flight better there was a lady a few rows ahead of me with the flu.  She spent the whole flight back vomiting.  I’m so not having a good trip.  I just want to be home already.  I think I may have to call out sick tomorrow.  Ugh. 

On a positive note…I did finish the fat ankle socks and am finished the leg of my other sister’s socks.  It’s amazing how much you can get done when you’re trying to ignore the person sitting next to you.