While on a recent flight out of LA, an actor named Brian Presley proceeds to hit on Melissa Stettan, seated next to him.
Unbeknownst to him, Melissa gave her Twitter followers a juicy, blow-by-blow account of their interactions as she live-tweeted.
Brian name-drops, and bores her with details of his spirituality and his views on gay marriage. He assures Melissa they have been seated next to each other through “divine interception [sic].” (Evidently, he’s got football on the brain as well as hanky-panky.)
One of her savvy followers checks IMBD and reports back that Brian is married. When Melissa asks Brian about his wedding ring, he claims he wears it just because he “likes it”. Then he gets up to use the bathroom—and comes back without the ring.
Brian bombards Melissa the entire flight with his wall of one-sided conversation he refers to as a “collabo” between “artists.”
In Christian Today magazine, Brian professes to be devout Christian, reformed alcoholic (even though Melissa tweeted that he was drinking during the flight.) He went on to claim family and God are the most important things in his life. Well, that and getting laid by whoever happens to be randomly seated next to him.
I don’t have a problem with married men having sex with other women. I have a problem with married men pretending they aren’t married.
Brian reminds me of Clark Griswold in the movie “Vacation” when he tells Christie Brinkley about his wife and kids, “Married? You mean those people I’m with? That’s my brother’s family…and this is my brother’s ring. I’m just borrowing them to inspect this motel.”
UPDATE: On his Facebook page, Brian denied the incident and had this to say,”My Wife Rocks, My Kids Rock, and Sobriety Rocks!!!”
Hmm, so I guess he was drunk and hitting on her.