oh yeah i remember

what i was going to write about: "being a piece of meat"

in bsas it always amused me to go into kilkenny, an irish pub where all the shady argentine bastards go to pick up foreigners, and have at least one guy touch me (my waist, my hand, my arm, my shoulder) for every step i took. other girls from my school were disgusted by it, or at least, made uncomfortable.

but i guess the experiences with the polo players really defined "being a piece of meat" for me.

after a certain number of times hanging out with them, i began to feel like the "regalito" brought along for the friend of la francesa's friend. for example, the night i met "snore" (they call him el ronco b/c of his voice; for me his speech is nearly unintelligible because it's like he talks through his nose) la francesa told him at the last minute, so he's like, ok i'll call a friend.

for some reason we ended up taking two cars to our next stop. so to be polite so he wouldn't have to ride alone i rode with the friend. not two minutes pass and he's already got his hand on my thigh. which is ignored by me.

then we're (ie, all four of us) at this guys house. the friend is sitting next to me and touching my back and shoulders. asking me no me vas a dar un beso? and then he touches my foot and says, i like your feet. i say, why? there has to be a reason why! and he says, they're sexy. (which i know is bullshit b/c that is probably the first word that came out of his mouth.) then i ask him, ok then, what's my name? he answered correctly. but the point of the story is that i felt like the friends of la francesa's friends were only taking an interest in me because i was there; they would have acted that way with anyone else she might have brought along. finally i was able to put that into words. the whole time i could see from outside how i would have acted if this were happening in 2002 - i would have fallen hard and been upset about not exchanging numbers. this time around i counted it as a victory.

anyway now i am ready to drop off to sleep.