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So today was *my* day - my day to not think about work, to relax, go to the beach, have some drinks, read, maybe do some writing, wander around, etc.
For the most part, it was as awesome as that sounds, considering my location.
I've been spoiled on Harbour Island though. There, the beach is a quiet retreat with almost no one around, and people wandering around with their dogs and so forth. Here, the beach is much more developed (and less gentle, also. I have sand in places sand should probably never get, and despite a twenty minute hair washing session, I still have sand there too :p Still a lovely beach though). But there are a lot more people, and also hawkers - people selling drinks, or jewelery, water, snacks, and so forth. All fine.
Some of these hawkers sell the coconut drinks. I like coconuts, and I like the *idea* of sitting on a beach in a tropical paradise drinking rum drinks out of a coconut, so I got one. The deal is you can get 2 refills (3 drinks) for $10, or pay $20 for unlimited. now I'm not a big drinker, so I went for the first deal, thinking that with swimming and reading and writing I might not even get through 2.
I should also note that I waited until after I'd read a few of the stories in my book (H. P. Lovecraft's Favourite Weird Tales, because I like the irony of reading/writing horror on a sunny beach) and almost finished the next shadows 11 section (hopefully it will go up later tonight). When I went back for a refill, I started talking to one of the guys there. Which of course led to him talking to me for the rest of the afternoon. I don't mind talking to new people. it's cool. you ask me where I'm from, what I'm doing here, whatever - I'll tell you. I might even be polite and ask you about yourself. That doesn't mean I wanna make out, or hook up, or for you to come visit me in Canada, okay? I'm not shy. I'm just reserved. The fact that i am not interested in your forward free love offer doesn't make me shy, it makes me *not* interested. There's a line, you now. I tell you I'm not interested, okay, we can still chat if that's what you want, but I'm not going to change my mind, really. I'm not going to give you my room number, or phone number, or whatever. Argh!
It wasn't just him, either. People (well men, random women never talk to me here :p) don't seem to understand, or believe, that I actually *like* being on my own. I really do. If I want people, I want people I know already, not random strangers who are trying to get in to my pants. It's only flattering it you believe me when I say I'm not interested, and let it go. Otherwise, I don't care to hear you tell me how beautiful I am fifty million times.
Now I'm hungry and I don't know what i want to do. I haven't been out to the fish fry yet this year, but now I don't wanna go on account of I am sure I'll just get harassed by more boys. Ugh. *This* is why I didn't want to come alone again. I like bahamian food (err, saving conch) but it is not worth it. i think I'm off to the Hard Rock Café for an over priced hamburger :p
Oh, yes, I got burned on my back because I didn't want to have to deal with boys offering to put lotion on me. Well they'd already offered. I shouldn''t let myself be intimidated by obnoxious men. I need to learn to be more insistent. I can't help it - the annoyance takes a while to build for me, and I'm often more bemused than anything at the time. The fact that I have horrible sunburn on my back is not helping my mood though.
For the most part, it was as awesome as that sounds, considering my location.
I've been spoiled on Harbour Island though. There, the beach is a quiet retreat with almost no one around, and people wandering around with their dogs and so forth. Here, the beach is much more developed (and less gentle, also. I have sand in places sand should probably never get, and despite a twenty minute hair washing session, I still have sand there too :p Still a lovely beach though). But there are a lot more people, and also hawkers - people selling drinks, or jewelery, water, snacks, and so forth. All fine.
Some of these hawkers sell the coconut drinks. I like coconuts, and I like the *idea* of sitting on a beach in a tropical paradise drinking rum drinks out of a coconut, so I got one. The deal is you can get 2 refills (3 drinks) for $10, or pay $20 for unlimited. now I'm not a big drinker, so I went for the first deal, thinking that with swimming and reading and writing I might not even get through 2.
I should also note that I waited until after I'd read a few of the stories in my book (H. P. Lovecraft's Favourite Weird Tales, because I like the irony of reading/writing horror on a sunny beach) and almost finished the next shadows 11 section (hopefully it will go up later tonight). When I went back for a refill, I started talking to one of the guys there. Which of course led to him talking to me for the rest of the afternoon. I don't mind talking to new people. it's cool. you ask me where I'm from, what I'm doing here, whatever - I'll tell you. I might even be polite and ask you about yourself. That doesn't mean I wanna make out, or hook up, or for you to come visit me in Canada, okay? I'm not shy. I'm just reserved. The fact that i am not interested in your forward free love offer doesn't make me shy, it makes me *not* interested. There's a line, you now. I tell you I'm not interested, okay, we can still chat if that's what you want, but I'm not going to change my mind, really. I'm not going to give you my room number, or phone number, or whatever. Argh!
It wasn't just him, either. People (well men, random women never talk to me here :p) don't seem to understand, or believe, that I actually *like* being on my own. I really do. If I want people, I want people I know already, not random strangers who are trying to get in to my pants. It's only flattering it you believe me when I say I'm not interested, and let it go. Otherwise, I don't care to hear you tell me how beautiful I am fifty million times.
Now I'm hungry and I don't know what i want to do. I haven't been out to the fish fry yet this year, but now I don't wanna go on account of I am sure I'll just get harassed by more boys. Ugh. *This* is why I didn't want to come alone again. I like bahamian food (err, saving conch) but it is not worth it. i think I'm off to the Hard Rock Café for an over priced hamburger :p
Oh, yes, I got burned on my back because I didn't want to have to deal with boys offering to put lotion on me. Well they'd already offered. I shouldn''t let myself be intimidated by obnoxious men. I need to learn to be more insistent. I can't help it - the annoyance takes a while to build for me, and I'm often more bemused than anything at the time. The fact that I have horrible sunburn on my back is not helping my mood though.
annoyed