Adventures in Europe, Part III

Grenoble, France: I’m walking to dinner, minding my own business. A little girl comes up to me and says, “Excuse me, mademoiselle, are you married?” I think she’s just a kid being a kid, so I lean down and tell her that I’m too young but I hope to one day find a handsome, charming man to marry. She says “Good, follow me,” grabs my hand, pulls me into the restaurant where there’s a group of 5 or 6 men ranging from 30ish to 45ish. One crosses his arms, looks at me, and says, “So you’re single.”

I had to pull a knife on a guy a couple weeks later. People seem to find the fact that I carry one “badass.”

For Munich sketchballs, see the Oktoberfest post.

Geneva, Switzerland: Still in my business clothes from earlier that day, I’m walking back to the hotel from dinner. A man comes up to me and says, “You are beautiful, but I see you are too expensive for me.” At least if you think I look like a hooker, you think I’m an expensive one.

Budapest, Hungary: I tend to swing my arms when I walk quickly, and as I extend my arm in front of me, a man walking towards me grabs my hand. I yank it back, walk a couple steps, and then pause a split second in disbelief. I turn around, half wondering if that actually just happened. The guy is still standing there staring at me.

Freiburg, Germany: Today on the way to class, a man sits beside me, tells me in English that I’m beautiful, which is weird because I hadn’t said a word and wasn’t wearing anything to identify myself as American, and starts rubbing his inner thighs. Better than mine, but still. Wie sagt man “creepy?” I got off at the next stop and entered a different car.

And I’m off to Barcelona this weekend, where I fully expect more stories to add to this post.