This happened years ago, on the way back from a year of exchange study in France, on a flight from Nice to Atlanta.
Oh, boy. I know you hear this all the time with these true-story forums, but seriously I have never (I mean, never, not even to my best friend) told anyone this story. I had just spent 10 months in Aix on foreign exchange study, the year between junior and senior year of college. At the time of this incident, I assure you I was not a wee innocent co-ed. I used to wait tables and had my fair share of hook-ups, not to mention all the fooling around that goes on when you’re at university. Add to that, an American girl in France is always very popular. All this to say, I wasn’t a wide-eyed girl.