My train got in at 7:30 this morning, I got a bed at my first choice hostel and walked towards my first free museum, the Renia Sofia. (You gotta love free museum Sundays) Everything would have been great if a guy heading home from a night of clubbing hadn´t decided that I was the woman of his dreams and refused to take a hint and shove off.
Granted, I didn´t handle the situation very well, but even men in Spain should know how to read the´"I´m not interested" signals.
Bah.
But I finally shook him off, wandered to the park, went back to my hostel, met some girls from Iowa and we went to the Prado museum and then got some incredibly tasty pizza. Often the restaurants turn out a great disappointment and I´m left wishing I had just stuck to bread and sausage, but this was good and the company was nice.
Men are annoying, especially when they follow you in the street. I miss my well behaved Englishmen...
1 comment:
What you have to remember is that after men get about ten or more beers into them, we lose our ability to see anything but attractive, happy women who are more than willing to just jump into our severely intoxicated arms. After all, we become ever more clever the more we drink!
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