Riddle me this: why do men the age of grandfather think it’s appropriate to talk to me? I mean seriously! I’m getting to the age where I just can’t even pretend to be nice about it anymore.
So, you know how I was in Bermuda a couple of weekends ago? I finally expressed my true feelings about these old men that prey on young women. Although, I must confess that this particular older man might have gotten the brunt of all of my frustrations. The man stalked me ALL night in one of the clubs we went to. I pretended like I did not see him the entire time in the hopes that he would get tired and move on away from me. But nooooooo. He stayed around. Finally, my friends and I found a table to put down our drinks and chitchat. As soon as we started to talk amongst ourselves, grandpa stuck himself next to me and started saying something to me. I could not help myself. I just blurted out, “why is he talking to me? This is ridiculous!” He quickly walked away. I think I embarrassed him.
At the happening of this event, in the fog of many glasses of rum and different chasers, I felt justified. I did not feel even an inkling of remorse for having obviously embarrassed this man. But now, I feel absolutely awful! A part of me wishes I could have just smiled and nodded as I often do in these awkward moments when much older men are trying to “court me.” But another part of me feels like these men need to be embarrassed so they can realize that 20 something-year-old women are NOT interested in them. Even when they are rich, famous, very attractive and/or, all of the above!
In any case, I had to get that off my chest . . . I hope you’re having a wonderful week. And CONGRATS on passing your exam!
Oh my days!
Sis, you got me literally loling. Please, don’t blame the old pa; your beauty does him in. It’s not a riddle ohh. It’s been on from time immemorial, that old men will try to court young ladies and marry them. Does the name Hugh Hefner ring a bell to you? It should. He lives in your backyard now. You better watch out for him. Lolzzz. At least you had fun in Bermuda; even had tales to share with me. It could have been boring, you know?
Yea, thank you for the good wishes. I was apprehensive of the exam result, but girl, am I glad that phase is over and I passed? Sure thing. Preparing for the next stage. Will get there by God’s grace.
My week was okay. I didn’t have old men drooling over yours truly, but there were annoying young men who thought they are God’s gift to women.
I was at the bus stop waiting for the bus when I noticed two young men with dreadlocks. One had on a t-shirt and jeans trouser pulled down almost to his mid thigh, with his boxers showing. I was totally put off by his outfit. It felt too gangster to me (not judging though). He was giving handbills to people.
A bus came along and they entered. I did too because it was heading in my direction. I sat next to the dreadlocked guy whose outfit was not as ‘scarecrow-ish’ as the other. The gangster one sat behind me and he gave me a handbill. It was about a party where some unknown artistes will be performing.
He asked if I would attend and I said I would try. He asked for my mobile number so that he could call me and remind me. I said no, but added that I would really try to show up for the event.
After I refused to give him my number, he got really annoying and said why can’t I just give him my number; later others and myself will say he was being proud by not talking to fans. At that point, I looked back and assessed him. I just shook my head and smiled. So, he was feeling like a super star huh? I laugh in Swahili, heheeheee.
He kept disturbing my ears with “please give your number now, so that I can really take care of you when you come.” He brought out his mobile phone (which has seen better days) and said I should input my number. I politely declined and ignored him. I was really glad he wasn’t sitting next to me because it could have been worse. Throughout the bus ride, he kept repeating, “na wah for some girls ohh, later they will say I am proud.” I just looked straight on till I alighted. Did I add that he also could not mind his age like the elderly man you encountered? These men!