So anyways there I was studying, minding my own business and listening to music when this guy approached me. He was very polite and friendly, and even though I wanted to just listen to music and get stuff done I figured I should give him a chance. I learned that he was from Morocco but speaks Spanish, French, English, and Arabic fluently and is studying at the university. We ended up talking for about an hour, and he asked me if I would be interested in going out with him later that night. I said yes because really I didn't have any reason not to. And the idea of it all was really very romantic. We decided to meet up at 9:30 at the statue where we met.
Well, on my way to the statue that night I was taking my usual route but something very unusual happened. As I approached a small and deserted intersection I saw a young guy ahead who was looking at me. Honestly all I thought at that moment was, "he doesn't look very big. I'm sure I could take him if he turns out to be a thief or something." Well as I got to the intersection the guy pulled out his penis and started masturbating at me. I was totally freaked out and had no idea what to do so I just looked away and sped up. Thank God he didn't follow me cause if he had gotten close to me he would now be sterile I guarantee it.
Shortly after this incident I met up with my date at the statue. It all started out perfectly normal. We talked about our studies, and the government and economy of various countries throughout the world. I enjoyed it a lot cause I love learning about the United States from the perspective of other countries and people. This conversation was happening while we walked from the Cathedral to calle Betis, a street along the river full of bars and cafes. It's about a 15 minute walk. So once we got to the river he asked me if I wanted to sit by the river and talk, and I said yes because I was really enjoying this conversation. And he just smelled so good how could I say no? So we went and sat on some steps that go directly into the river. It was all very romantic!
Unfortunately I experienced a case of "be careful what you wish for" because the romance didn't stop there. Once we sat along the river this guy just went all...poetry book on me. If I tried to write down all the lines that guy said this blog would be a mile long. So I'll spare you all and just stick to the most ridiculous ones. The most consistent one, which I heard about 1542897423 times throughout the course of the date was, "You are so beautiful, smart, and kind. I want nothing more than to spend the evening with out." Now the first time he said it I was flattered. So flattered, in fact, that I fell for the next line, "Your eyes are so beautiful they're killing me." The guy was so slick I fell right into his trap. After he said that he was like, "Can I tell you a secret?" and I was like sure..and I leaned in to hear it. Classic mistake. He started kissing me! I really didn't want to be kissing him so I stopped, and guess what he did. He asked me to be his girlfriend. Yeah. I was like um.....how about you back up an hour and four years???
I learned from the last person I went on a date with that it is detrimental to a relationship to hide your true feelings. So I decided to be as honest with this guy as possible. I was like look, you're a nice guy but this is way too fast for me. I'm a traditional Catholic girl, and I'm not looking for a boyfriend or for love. I'm just on this date to get to know you and it's not going to go anywhere. Guess what his response was? "Esperate. Vas a amarme." Translation? "Wait and see. You're going to love me." And the longer we sat by the river the more he tried to kiss me so I finally pretended to be cold and hungry and I was like we need to go to a cafe. Why didn't I just leave right then? I guess I was freaked out enough to go somewhere public but not enough to ditch the date.
So we went to a cafe and he told me I could pick any seat I wanted, so I picked a table for two with separate chairs. He actually got sad and said he would rather sit at a booth so we could sit together! I was like I don't care I like this table because it's by the window and I want to people watch. His response? "Anything for you. As long as you're happy I'm happy and the only thing I can ask is to spend time with you." At this point I was thinking, boy if you feed me one more line I'm going to choke and die, and then where will you be? But he just KEPT GOING!! He spent the entire time in the cafe trying to convince me that we needed to be together because it was "love at first sight" and that he would "never hurt me." It finally got to a point where I was like alright I need to pull a "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days." So I pulled the ultimate date suicide. I brought up the ex. I was just soooo overly honest with this guy. I told him all about everything that went on and I was specifically like, "You see, I'm not going to fall in love with you or anyone so you need to give it up." Guess what his response was. "The best way to get over a heartbreak is to distract yourself with someone else." He literally was not going to give up. For anything. And who knows maybe that works for some people but I'm not a rebound person. To me it's like taking tylenol for a toothache. Sure it feels better for awhile but it's only a temporary fix. The only way to really heal the pain is to go through the painful root canal. Sure it's scary and it hurts but after it's over you're healed. A guy who's signing up to be tylenol isn't worth my time. So I told him I had to go home because I had class in the morning.
Plus, towards the end of the date I found out he was Muslim. Now I'm a pretty firm believer in the fact that love can conquer all, but the truth is that for me love conquers all except Mormans, Muslims, extreme Democrats, and Communists. No offense to anybody reading this who is one of those things...it's nothing personal there are just certain obstacles that can't be overcome.
I was very clear at the end of the date that I didn't want to see him again, and he couldn't call me and I wasn't going to call him. And he asked me to give him a small place in my heart and allow it to grow. I was like, boy you struck out so bad even the Cubs could beat you.
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| This is a picture I drew to describe the evening. If you can't tell my thought bubble is vomiting and stabbing a heart. |
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