I'm flattered, but spoken for….
So, in a rare day off today, I went for a trip out with my Dad on the train. On the outward journey, we got on and sat at a table, without realising there was already a guy sat there who, presumably, had gone to the loo or something. Anyway, he returns, then sits in the seat next to me, with my Dad opposite myself. No problem with that, but there is a problem with the way he is sitting. He insists on sitting with his legs wide open, cramming my legs into a tiny little space (already shared with my Dad's legs), as my lovely diagram indicates:
So our knees are in contact, which I can just about tolerate. However, about ten minutes into the journey, I realise something. He is gently raising and lowering his left leg so that it is rubbing against my leg. Now, I'm not saying he was trying to 'get me on his side', shall we say, but I started to feel a little uncomfortable, as any straight person should. And, no, I didn't get turned on! After about 5 minutes he stops doing it however, then initiates a conversation with me and my Dad about computer systems. Then, somewhat unfortunately, we reach his station while he is in full flow.
Oh well, at least it's another life experience under my belt!