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I think that girls, across the board, long to be sought after. (Please, please go out of your way for me.) And yet--after so many years of disappointments or outright assaults--it's hard to even acknowledge the validity of that desire.
For two days on the cruise ship, I didn't even encounter a single guy. Then on the second night, I was sweeping down the staircase with ice water in hand about to catch the rest of the show being put on by the deuling piano bar guys. (They played the most outrageous requests, including an over the top "Bohemian Rhapsody" and a most bizarre cover of an infamous Tone Loc song.) In between floors, a guy spotted me and called out, "You with the cup!"
I hadn't even made eye contact yet. I stopped, thinking, well, I'll give him 5 seconds. He was tall, handsome, and unattractively drunk. He gave a short song and dance followed by a come on that I'll spare you the details of.
It was just after midnight. And I didn't feel much like Cinderella on that staircase. But I kept telling myself it had nothing to do with me. Nothing to do with me... |
