[I] had a good weekend, had an even better day today because we have to write a story in Narration about princes and princesses and Annika and I are really going to embarress ourselves when we have to present it (we're both a little crazy and ended up with a weightlifting princess who eats escargots, one of which continued living in her stomach and now talks to her, his name is Antonio . . . he's Italian). . .
ANY WHO I also wanted to impart to you how aggravating it is to be constantly getting hit on for various reasons. Apparently a lot of the Morrocans are looking for a green card and a lot of the French guys are looking for something else entirely. It has gotten to the point where I don't even stop to see what people are trying to ask me anymore. Unfortunately, these guys are more wiley than I thought and have discovered ways around that. The other day, for example, I was walking down the street minding my own business when this group of guys started walking towards me. The one closest to me was staring straight at me, very obviously trying to get my attention. I was looking straight ahead and, very obviously, pretending not to see him. Not to be discouraged, he jumped RIGHT in front of me. For my part, I didn't want to bother encouraging this behavior by stopping, so without slowing down I shoved him out of the way and said, "I don't care what you want, go away!" I didn't dare turn around to look, but I knew he wasn't following me cuz his friends were laughing hysterically at him for being so forcefully rejected. I have to admit I smiled the whole way home.