5/19/05

5/19/05

Anyways, more about Tuesday:

So we’re at the party, and the guy I’ve been dancing with offers me a beer. I take the offer, though bring Ruby in on it, and I drink it pretty slowly. I’m somehow convinced to get another one when I’m done, and before I know it I’m holding my third beer. I hadn’t really planned on getting drunk this trip, but my tolerance is so low that it’s hard. I drank enough to get pretty dizzy. I danced the whole night, and I had quite a few guys trying to pick up on me. Now, in the US that usually means a glance or two, an introduction, maybe a dance and some compliments. Here though, they skip all that and go straight to telling you you’re beautiful/gorgeous/sexy, and asking for kisses or your hand in marriage. I swear, those were all things I encountered, and it made for a fun evening, dizzily warding off a Brazilian named Rodrigo (who told Ruby to tell me he was in love with me, and that he liked my haircut) who was desperately begging for a kiss on the lips (“What does it take? You need to know me better? My name is… I was born in… I am 23… I study theater…”), and a South African named Calvin who couldn’t keep his hands off me, because “I can’t help it. Your body is just so luscious and beautiful…so sexy…” He couldn’t stop complimenting me, and asking if I would marry him. I’ve never seen someone try so hard for sex. Perhaps I’m being unfair…maybe I should erase that. No, I won’t. Anyways, I guarded myself well, and the night ended around 2 or 3 when Ruby and I went back to our rooms. She had a lot of fun too, I guess, because we were actually separated for most of the night.