[показать]I’m going to do this one in English because I am much better at fussing about things in English. So Friday was pretty great in many ways, but it would have been much better if not for the fact that those David and Josh guys would not stop trying to hook up with Melanie and me despite every possible signal from us that it was not part of our plans. I am a big girl and understand that is part of the game, but I don’t give a damn – do not freaking try to grope me the first day we’ve met if you ever want to hear from me again. Period. Comma actually…unless I’ve given a good reason for it ;))

I personally have no problem telling some random guy in a bar to get lost if he is pushing it, but you don’t really want to be too fresh when you’re on a boat with a bunch of guys you’ve never met and who you plan to hang out with for the rest of the evening, so I had to spend most of the Friday night getting David’s hand off my ass and trying to politely ignore the rest of his attempts to get on friendlier terms. He definitely was not too drunk to understand my not so subtle hints, and since this is not the first time I find myself in similar, unsolicited ass grabbing situation, this made me once again wonder: How is this approach supposed to work – Is the number of times I push guy’s hand away somehow supposed to relate to the probability of desirable for him outcome?

On a different note, another thing I absolutely hate is the way guys in America try to dance with you. You know, when some random or even not so random dude comes to you from behind and starts touching you all over the place with many different parts of his body. I’ve noticed that some actually get very upset when you tell them that you’re not a big fan of rubbing against unknown genitalia. David, for example, told me that he got very offended when I introduced him to this, slightly more carefully worded, idea. I don’t know how it is at home now, but back in my Ukrainian youth, guys, for the most part, kept a little distance during fast dances, and you could always say “no” to the guy you didn’t want to be too close if he asked you for a slow one. Here they leave us, ladies, hardly any choice.

In any case, our guys were definitely an interesting case, especially taking into consideration that both of them were in their late 30s. Josh, for example, couldn’t keep his pants on when we were hanging by the pool, and I have lost count of how many times I saw his junk that night. Again, I have no idea what his exact strategy was. As far as I am concerned, a completely naked man looks kind of ridiculous; I’m definitely not going to take one look at his junk and think, “I’ve gotta have this right away” – leave your pants on for some time to keep mystery alive, even more so when cold air does not really play to your advantage.

Returning to my admirer, David, however, none of my hints seemed to work – the dude ignored all of them completely and when we were playing pool in Deans house even went so far as to ask me out. Again, I didn’t want to be rude, so I tried to turn him down not too directly; the reply to this maneuver on his part was something like, “You can just say ‘no’ if you don’t want to go out with me.” “No,” I quickly took advantage of his proposition, expecting this to be enough. As if! The guy decided to investigate into reasons of my flat “no,” and I had pretty much to repeat everything that I have said before, fighting the desire to hurt his ego very badly – I just can’t stand guys who are too pushy.

Despite these little inconveniences, Melanie and I had a lot of fun. By the end of the evening, both of the guys, however, seemed to be rather disappointed. Josh actually said that if not for Dean, who has ordered him to take good care of us, he might not have even taken us home because we were “too fresh,” which, I admit, I usually am when faced with a case of “douchebagginess”. It was pretty obvious however that the main reason of their disappointment was our obvious refusal to put out for a boat ride and a few drinks. I wonder if it is a going rate nowadays…