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I think all of our creep-radars got honed at too early of an age . . .shudder.

http://www.stuff.co.nz/travel/news/9989 ... aedophiles

This is a good article that follows on from the article re men sitting next to unaccompanied children on airliners.

Lucky NTM didn't have a policy where men couldn't sit next to children that they weren't related to. Them planes were pretty small and it gets pretty windy sitting on the wing, even in the tropics

That is a good article!

How interesting to read this man describing torturous logic that isn't really logical at all, in regard to the mother/writer's opinion about male airplane passengers.

I have been having similar thoughts about torturous logic myself .... but about a different subject.

Oh my you are busy and complicated. Not only do you have a fully functioning "Creep Radar" but you also have "Torturous Logic"

I am one of those simple male creatures, but while we're talking about airplanes and seating arrangements, I'll tell you a true story with my conclusion at the end (which you are welcome to share your wisdom on).

I used to fly medical escorts years ago. i.e. a patient requiring urgent surgery would have to be flown to the other end of the country where that particular surgery was able to be performed. As these were cardiac cases, the potential for things to go wrong was relevant, so we sat up the front in first class, where the space was more generous. I did not wear a uniform on these occasions and on one flight the air hostess knelt in front of me, placed her hand on my knee and this conversation took place:

A. H. I live in Auckland.

Bemused. How nice, lovely city.

A. H. I have a nice house and live by myself.

Bemused. That is nice.

A. H. I'm single.

Bemused. So am I.

A. H. You're a Doctor aren't you?

Bemused. No, I'm a male nurse.

A.H. Oh they're o.k.

And I never saw her again for the rest of the flight. Now my Creep Radar didn't go off, but my "Gold Digger Alert Panic Button" buzzed loudly . Wonder if I'd told just a little white lie and said I was Dr Bemused, what would have happened?

Hang on. My fragile male ego was damaged and you ! Spurned by a lovely woman with her own home, just because I am a nurse and not a doctor. She didn't even take the time to get to know me and discover what a truly wonderful, kind, generous specimen of maledom that I truly am. No! she cast me aside as being not good enough . . . .

Luckily I am an MK and had learned to deal with this type of crisis of rejection, otherwise I might not be here today.

You had a lucky escape Bemused. The air hostess is probably about 40 now, just been traded in by her third husband for his younger secretary and living in a house with a shared custody arrangement of her 2.4 kids. She is probably consoling herself with lattes and boring her girlfriends silly with her stories of regret, while she is internet dating and wondering why she keeps meeting shallow guys, who only want you know what and are commitmentphobes or still living with their mothers and looking for someone to cook and clean for them!!!!!!! Hey she might even be on facebook looking for that nurse that she brushed off, having come to her senses.
Too late Sister, Bemused landed on his feet and now has the lovely Mrs Bemused, with all of us thrown in for extra good measure to keep him on the straight and narrow .

Seriously though, the moral of the story is a good one. DON'T JUDGE A BOOK BY IT'S COVER!!!!!!! Not all MKs are the same, just like not all Tribers are the same. Ya just gotta open the book and have a read sometimes and sometimes you'll get an unexpected surprise.

Thank you for your words of wisdom. Yes I have much to be grateful for, having well and truly landed on my feet finding the lovely Mrs Bemused

Ha, ha. I don't think the air hostess will be on facebook looking for that nurse and even if she was, rumor is he is allergic to facebook