Some Men

Have really got a nerve. I know you all expect statements like this from me, what with me being a female worshipping feminist and all, but really. I go out a few nights ago in a silk backless top.apparently, this means I am up for it with any old bugger who asks. The next day I am walking down the street and a man in an off white sweat drenched singlet, that struggles to cover his copious belly, who can't have been a day under sixty tells me "I see you last night, sexy top". "Teri mark assi" I reply, thank you, but I am sure mispelt. After the obligatory "where you go?" "Jalan Jalan" (just walking) he says, "you come home with me". I am quite frankly gobsmacked. If I looked like Brenda Blethed for example, I am sure I would not have the nerve to try and pick up some recently slim thirty something . The fact he links my top and the question with so little subtly further annoys me. I wear a sexy top, so obviously shagging him or any other man that moves must be on my mind. As it happens I am not in the best mood anyway at this precise moment having just shaken some strange street boy who has decided to stalk me round Kuta and the old guy cops it in front of his mates. "why would I want to go some with you? You are twice my age, twice my weight, I don't know and you obviously have no charm" is my reply spoken in something other than a soothing tone.
I know I should rise above it and all that, but sometimes, a bit of hard nosed truth is in order.

Julie