Hey friends, I'm back in OC.. I had the most awful flight getting back from NYC. It started of with the flight being delayed because the left engine wasn't powering up so having to sit on the tarmac for over 2 hours whilst they fixed the plane. Wait lets go back a few more hours.. the day began with me missing my train to the airport and having to call a cab to take me to JFK.. the cab driver was from.. PAKISTAN.. so guess what we spoke about.. politics!!! Checked myself in, requested an exit seat because of the extra legroom as I'm 6' 3" TALL (not wide.. but close tho) and sitting besides me was a 6ft5 dude.. and i thought to myself uh oh.. the battle for the armrest begins.. initially i thought i wont put my arm there and nor will he.. so there ain't any touching moments between us.. cos my flight was going to San Francisco (SF is famous for gays..and I've had my fair share of guys liking me). So anyway what does he immediately do.. take t