It was one of the craziest days of my life (apart from that time I jumped from a bridge with a rope. well, four times...). I just came to the beach, the life-guard called me out of the water cuz there was a jelly-fish right next to my leg and then he started hitting on me... That was weird and really unpleasant. He tried to hug me, to kiss me, he was telling me stories about how he hasn't been with anyone for a long time because he's looking for something serious, he doesn't need a girl he's going to see with someone else, and I seem the type, and usually he's very shy, and this must mean something, him telling me all that cuz "you just "made" me this"... W.T.F. How can a man who makes me guess his age and his name and not tell me either when I refuse to guess, claim he wants "something serious"? really?.. and, yeah, it began with him telling me that it was really dangerous for me to be in the water with my pale skin because the jelly-fish are really attracted to it and he could show me a place where there weren't any.
Later I was sitting a bit farther away from the life-guard's tower, right by the water, on the sand, and yet another guy came and commented on how "really white" I was and started talking to me about dangerous sea creatures... why?.. And the funniest thing is that I'm not white, I have a tan, it's just that all the people around are dark. That guy didn't tell me his name either (not that I need to, but it's polite, isn't it?), asked for my phone, I said I only had my russian number that is blocked in Israel, and that's it, he went to swim, asking me first whether I wanted to go and see a really huge jelly-fish not far away from the breakwater.
I spent some more time walking along the water, lying on the sand away from most of the people. Suddenly a man that was walking by asked me whether I wanted an ice-cream or something to drink. I thanked him, said no, and he started talking to me. Why the heck am I so polite to answer to everyone?! I wish I could just tell them to get the f* off... The man used to be a bus driver for tours, he said he knew all the interesting places, and that he could show me if I wanted to, that he had money and it wasn't a problem for him to invite someone for a trip, asked me what I wanted to do in Israel, what I was interested in... bla-bla-bla... It makes me sick to remember. May be I'm evil and ungrateful, and people around are nice... After all, he did gave me a ride home to an another town (mind the distances in Israel, it was some 25 km, no big deal). 25 km on a motorcycle. I don't know what I was thinking about. I was in a dress. It was not as scary as I thought, even at 100 kph...
Now I know I prefer cars and European or American boys. Not into the Middle-Eastern type.
Later I was sitting a bit farther away from the life-guard's tower, right by the water, on the sand, and yet another guy came and commented on how "really white" I was and started talking to me about dangerous sea creatures... why?.. And the funniest thing is that I'm not white, I have a tan, it's just that all the people around are dark. That guy didn't tell me his name either (not that I need to, but it's polite, isn't it?), asked for my phone, I said I only had my russian number that is blocked in Israel, and that's it, he went to swim, asking me first whether I wanted to go and see a really huge jelly-fish not far away from the breakwater.
I spent some more time walking along the water, lying on the sand away from most of the people. Suddenly a man that was walking by asked me whether I wanted an ice-cream or something to drink. I thanked him, said no, and he started talking to me. Why the heck am I so polite to answer to everyone?! I wish I could just tell them to get the f* off... The man used to be a bus driver for tours, he said he knew all the interesting places, and that he could show me if I wanted to, that he had money and it wasn't a problem for him to invite someone for a trip, asked me what I wanted to do in Israel, what I was interested in... bla-bla-bla... It makes me sick to remember. May be I'm evil and ungrateful, and people around are nice... After all, he did gave me a ride home to an another town (mind the distances in Israel, it was some 25 km, no big deal). 25 km on a motorcycle. I don't know what I was thinking about. I was in a dress. It was not as scary as I thought, even at 100 kph...
Now I know I prefer cars and European or American boys. Not into the Middle-Eastern type.
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