Weird man day, where are the stars lined up at????

Trip Start Jul 19, 2006
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Trip End Sep 18, 2006


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Saturday, July 22, 2006

It has been a strange kind of day.

Today was cooler. I slept till 1pm in a European sort of way. Then went on a canal ride. It rained but was still beautiful. Rode with a guy from New York and an older man from Ireland. The man from Ireland told me to come to his hometown on the first day of Sept. as the wealthy men of Ireland come there and wait for bus loads of American women to arrive. He said it is a big event and with my smile he thought I wouldn't need the help of the match maker ha ha. I would be snatched up as soon as I stepped off the bus, what is awful is he was serious. ( I remember a movie about this, but wasn't sure it was true, well it is and happens in his hometown) He said he gets a big hoot out of watching the men pick and choose. Lord help me. I told him I was not in Europe looking for a husband, he laughed and said "Deary you women are always looking for something".

As men go today I will say it has been interesting, without any help from me I promise. After my Irish talk on marriage I went to the grocery store- it was full of people. After paying I had to stop at a counter inside and straighten my pack so my back could take it. A man came up and asked me was I an American. "Do you like Bush" he said. I told him was here for groceries not politics, then walked off. Two blocks later he walks up an asked me was I married???? Hun??? Yes was I married - when I didn't answer he asked "Are you divorced" . "No I'm not married, no I'm not divorced, I am a widow - do you understand?"( He was not from around here - I had trouble understanding some of what he was saying) "No" " My husband has died, I am not divorced ( by now I realized I sounded a little Catholic and was treating him like he had insulted me so I lightened up on him). He said in the store he was "attracted to me instantly " (people please, instantly) I laughed at him, in his face.
He asked if he could cook me dinner, "No"
Could he take me to dinner "No"
"Why not?"
"I do not know you"
"How long will you be here"
"Not long enough to get to know you well enough to come to your home"
"Why"
"I have big responsibility"
"What is it"
" To take care of myself, and I will not be going to your home"
Anyway stopped and talked to him a bit , he was from Morocco, he insisted I take his number, he even showed me his ID. I obviously just wasn't getting it and neither was he. He followed me back to the central station on the metro , tried to grab my hand a few times to help me off of train.
" I was getting on and off trains just fine without your help and do not touch me again!!!"
He apologized and I told him bye, he put my hand on his heart and said he would wait for my call. I told him
"I will not be calling - so don't be waiting "
Now I don't know much, but truly I did nothing to bring this on.
When I left I took the wrong train and rode for awhile, because you can tell which neighborhood you are going to from the train you leave on at central station.

Anyway came home and fixed some coffee , watch the boats coming down canal , spoke with Ashley and Seth, both are doing good and now updating here.

My new train ticket is coming Monday by none other than Fed-Ex. Does that beat everything else? Will probably leave Amsterdam Tuesday instead of Thursday as planned. The couch surfing meeting is starting there Monday and if I can get out to one of the villages in the morning I have probably seen Holland just fine now.

Today I got a picture of that bike parking deck. I'll put it on here tonight.


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kmidgette
kmidgette on

LOL
What a crazy man day!

nanblack1
nanblack1 on

Irresistabe
Bev,
I've heard of 'crazy hair days', but 'crazy man days'??? That's a new one on me.
Beware, you're irresistable to men! This is only proof! 8-)). Nancy

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