Dirty Old Men

Damn...so I find a place that has decently priced internet in Italy, and I dont have my flash drive!! AHH WELL!!

Okay okay Dirty Old Men. You should have known that I post concerning Dirty Old Men would pop up on my blog at sometime or another. I mean this is me youre talking about...or rather reading about.

SIGH and I mean SIGH. I was okay in Turkey and Egypt. In fact, for all the cat calls I got, I also had men sweating their undies, because they had to sit next to me on a train or bus and thought that they were being infinitely rude and immodest. Translation- I attracted and revolted an equal amount of men. Okay, so I was okay with that, especially because I was forewarned, and in reality, life was not as dim as everyones fears.

So why, oh so why has this week been on big molestkiyomifest. Okay, perhaps it wasnt THAT bad, but you get the gist.

The Rundown-

1. Sofia to Belgrade Train: Arriving to Sofia from Istanbul, there were many a man and woman hanging around the train station, offering accommodations. One such man helped me find the center of the town. The same man helped me find my train to Belgrade and then proceeded to board to the train with me. Apparently, he wanted to "see me off". I told him that he couldnt come abroad and the ticket controller also backed me up. However, the same ticketman later showed me how to drop the beds down of my empty sleeper car apartment and then whispered Bulgarian sweet nothings in my ear, held my hand and then kissed it! WHAT THE FUCK. It was so creepy and my door was stuck open the whole night.

2. In Split, Croatia, another man offering a room (in a sobe) made the transaction decidedly creepy by insisting that I accompany him to dinner (a dinner on him at a restaurant) after we set the lower price of the room for two nights. I didnt make it to dinner, and the next morning he came knocking on my door, told me a was a bad person and that I didnt make it to dinner. He also told me that I was leaving that day and that I should go back to the bus station to find another room. I then got mad and told him that I was going to stay another night, as we agreed. He wanted more money, so I insisted that he honor our agreement and I gave him the money for the second night. He then insisted that I go out to dinner with him that second day and I told him that going out to dinner wasnt part of the deal and that he was a bad person for trying to kick me out and for pressuring me to dinner. You should see him...he has business cards with his photo on it...its at least 10 years old...15 years old....gosh...

3. The same day, a guy came up to me with a freaking flower after I woke up from a 2 hour nap in the park to see that the garbage men were all watching me. And started to woo me in bad English. This reminded me of the incident where a Turkish man made me take ridiculous pictures of him near the Blue Mosque all to be able to talk to me. (Listen youre 50...Im not interested in you) so needless to say I was very short with the flower man

4. SIGH, so the first thing that happens to me in Jesi, Italy was that I couldnt find the bus to my hostel. This guy in a van (okay okay, perhaps this wasnt the smartest thing, but I was so tired, and it seemed safe enough, and it was in the middle of the day, and before someone would abduct me, I would make sure that that person felt my mark upon his body! HA!) offerred me a ride to the place. I couldnt figure out if he was a taxi and so I was afraid of how much it would cost. He told me not to worry, but I should have worried. As I was opening the door to the van, I felt his hand pat my thigh, then tweak my rib cage, and then center in for my left boob. I was so furious, but was oddly calm, of course expect for the "if you fucking touch me again I will kill you part" that I told him very calmly in English that he didnt understand. Too bad. No ill effects except for my checking all of the closets in my empty dorm room to make sure that there wasnt anyone hiding to get me while I was sleeping...its kind of sad but true...

5. Lastly, let me just say that just because you help me with directions or whatnot...even if we are in a country that greets with kisses on the cheek, does not mean that you have the right to take my hand and try to plant a wet one on my cheek. Its not appropriate and you know it!!

So final words: Just because I am a single female vagabond traveling the world, does not mean that Im needy, lonely, in want of male company and some good fun lovin' times. I do not want to feel any part of your body or even smell or feel your breath upon me. So DONT THINK ABOUT IT!