Kusadasi's newest table dancer...
...is me.
I went clubbing last night, and had quite a fun time.
Went to three clubs, and the last one was the most fun, and where I was dancing on tables. The club was showing Kill Bill 2 on the video screen, and I have to say that it certainly makes for interesting background viewing. Especially when you're spinning around and suddenly see Uma Thurman taking a Samurai sword to someone's torso...
Though, I've learned my lesson about taking things men say at face value in a Muslim country. The Manager/Owner thankfully seems to have picked up on the 'I'm not interested' messages I was subtly sending. There is a waiter at the hotel that I'd talked to a little a couple times, and he is the one I went dancing with last night. I'd foolishly assumed an invitation to go dancing was just that: an invitation to dance. Given my personal wariness of going clubbing by myself in a country where I don't speak the language or know what the protocol of showing up to a club alone as a woman is, I accepted the offer.
It wasn't too long before The Moves were unleashed.
To his credit though, he was pretty gracious and more respectful than I might have imagined, when he tried to kiss me and I said I wasn't interested. I respect that he didn't become aggressive or anything like that. Though, I have now been repeatedly told I've broken "a Turkish heart" and I repeatedly rolled out with "porrrrr favorrr". So it goes. I reminded him he would probably meet a new girl today, somewhere, and that his chance of love would be renewed today. Kind of sappy, I know, but it seemed to help. It took him about five minutes to even say that he wanted to kiss me -- and all through those five minutes, I knew what was coming.
And finally, the mysterious sun reappeared today. Quite lovely and not too warm. Which means that instead of doing anything particularly interesting, or going on an excursion for the first time this week, I lounged by the pool for a couple hours. I am perhaps more tan than I've ever been in my life.
Today, I met an older (70ish) British woman in the hotel cafe, and I plan on going out with her and her friends tonight. She sings karaoke and dances every night of the week here. She is a sharp lady. She's also had The Moves put on her by the guy I went dancing with last night...
Which makes me feel less bad about not even giving him a peck on the cheek. He's obviously quite cheeky himself.
I went clubbing last night, and had quite a fun time.
Went to three clubs, and the last one was the most fun, and where I was dancing on tables. The club was showing Kill Bill 2 on the video screen, and I have to say that it certainly makes for interesting background viewing. Especially when you're spinning around and suddenly see Uma Thurman taking a Samurai sword to someone's torso...
Though, I've learned my lesson about taking things men say at face value in a Muslim country. The Manager/Owner thankfully seems to have picked up on the 'I'm not interested' messages I was subtly sending. There is a waiter at the hotel that I'd talked to a little a couple times, and he is the one I went dancing with last night. I'd foolishly assumed an invitation to go dancing was just that: an invitation to dance. Given my personal wariness of going clubbing by myself in a country where I don't speak the language or know what the protocol of showing up to a club alone as a woman is, I accepted the offer.
It wasn't too long before The Moves were unleashed.
To his credit though, he was pretty gracious and more respectful than I might have imagined, when he tried to kiss me and I said I wasn't interested. I respect that he didn't become aggressive or anything like that. Though, I have now been repeatedly told I've broken "a Turkish heart" and I repeatedly rolled out with "porrrrr favorrr". So it goes. I reminded him he would probably meet a new girl today, somewhere, and that his chance of love would be renewed today. Kind of sappy, I know, but it seemed to help. It took him about five minutes to even say that he wanted to kiss me -- and all through those five minutes, I knew what was coming.
And finally, the mysterious sun reappeared today. Quite lovely and not too warm. Which means that instead of doing anything particularly interesting, or going on an excursion for the first time this week, I lounged by the pool for a couple hours. I am perhaps more tan than I've ever been in my life.
Today, I met an older (70ish) British woman in the hotel cafe, and I plan on going out with her and her friends tonight. She sings karaoke and dances every night of the week here. She is a sharp lady. She's also had The Moves put on her by the guy I went dancing with last night...
Which makes me feel less bad about not even giving him a peck on the cheek. He's obviously quite cheeky himself.
posted by Shana @ 11:01 AM
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