Dear creeps of El Salvador,
Just because I’m a gringa does not mean you have the permission to do the following:
1. Speak to and hit on me in broken English. (Just because you try to speak English, does not mean I want to jump in bed with you).
2. Hit on me, period. (You’re old. . . or sometimes you’re a minor).
2a. Refer to me as Mi Amor, Baby, Mami, etc.
2b. Hit on me in groups; that parade (literally they were part of a parade) of men yelling at my friends and I was awesome.
3. Attempt to kiss me on the street. (I have faster reflexes than you do, you’re drunk).
4. Touch me.
5. Press your whole body against mine on the bus, sandwiching me in between you and the window.
6. Stare at me like you want to rape me.
7. Jack off next to me.
Respectfully Yours,
Kristina
Oh dear! That doesn't sound like fun, especially #7. Carry a water gun and fill it with vinegar. Maybe a shot in the eye will deter them. Or perhaps, it's best not to incite the locals. Just practice burping, farting, picking you nose and yelling like a crazy person. That should turn them on. Hang in there kiddo.
ReplyDeleteSending you lots of love. - - Phyllis
Yikes!
ReplyDeleteWhat the hell!! That's the part of you being in the Peace Corp that sucks. Is there nothing you can do to stop the creeps? I often worry about you because of stuff like that. Please please stay safe.
ReplyDeleteLove, Mom