Friday, September 11, 2009

batshit crazy for two

I met a man while traveling last month.

He owns a hotel in the Costa Rica Caribbean and after one night at his hotel, he practically begged me to stay another night so that he could take me out and have me with him for a few more hours. He was the one who checked my Aussie friend and I into a great room with an ocean view when we arrived.

Immediately, I could tell that he liked me. It wasn't very well hidden in his eyes or his frequent offers to bring things up to my room personally- extra towels, a bottle of wine, my shopping bags which were light enough to be held with one hand. There is a hotel manager and a maid- surely they could have been as helpful? But no. He was over the top.

It's why, when I was checking out after only a one night stay, he asked me to sit with him and shared his coke light with me. And begged. Pleaded for me not to leave that night. Asked what was more important than spending time with him?

We stayed. He took me out and introduced me to every single local we came in contact with. Some were rude to him and he brushed it off as jealousy- he had money and they didn't. I wasn't buying it, so I cornered one of the guys who was only just civil to my host. I asked him what was up and he confirmed that my guy was regarded as an outsider by many of the locals even though they have all known each other since childhood.

Hmmm.

Then, on the dance floor later that night, I guess I got too friendly with another man. We weren't even dancing close, but my host whooshed me out of there and to the next bar with a few harsh words for the other man on the way out. Jealousy already? Really? We only just met. At the next place, he was much more attentive to me-meaning he was never more than 3 feet away and kept asking me to adjust my top. I was wearing a lowcut shirt that highlighted a couple of my greatest assets and he saw other men looking my direction quite a lot.

The next morning, my Aussie friend and I left town, in a rush to the big airport in the city. I didn't expect to hear from my host again, but after a couple days back home, he called. Wanted to know how soon I could manage to come back. Spoke with me about being able to collect me from the city if I could spare just a couple days for him. I was noncommital.

Two days ago, he called again. This time, speaking about how he can't wait for his children to fall in love with the beach and with music as he did as a child. As of yet, he only has a dog. He spoke of his future children. Then, he offered a bold proposal.

He asked if I would go to the Phillipines with him to meet his adoptive family there. He admires and respects his parents and thinks I would adore them and they would love to have me.

Ummmmm... After knowing me for two days? Really?

But who am I to turn the other cheek just because an idea seems crazy?

14 comments:

jo said...

so you're going to go?? but it doesn't sound as though you're even interested in him at all...

B.E. Earl said...

Free trip to the Philippines!!!

Anonymous said...

I'm guessing he's a total sex trafficker and the second you get to the Phillipines he's going to sell you as a slave.

Don't do it!

The Ambiguous Blob said...

Jo, I'm guessing that he's all talk about actually doing this. And yes i am interested. Kind of like hopping onto a trainwreck rather than watching it.

BE, that's the spirit!

Catherinette, Don't knock it til you've tried it.

Grant Miller said...

Sounds like quite a catch!

Congratulations!

Slyde said...

im kinda with jo... doesnt sound like you consider him to really be worth it.

The Ambiguous Blob said...

Thank you, Mr. Miller.

Slyde, Okay, okay. I'm not ACTUALLY going anywhere. I'm completely batshit crazy in love with someone else anyway. Not about to run off with a man I spent a few hours with on vacation.

Anonymous said...

He sounds a little intense. I wouldn't want to be too near him if he didn't get his way about something he really, really wanted...

NWO said...

I hear that the Philippines are nice this time of year. Just sayin.

The Ambiguous Blob said...

Gully, Intense. You hit the nail on the head. That's the word I used to describe him as I was trying to decide whether or not to stay and spend more time with him. What I didn't share with you in this post was quite a lot of "intensity" that played out before and during our night out. It was so intense that it was both frightening and exciting in turns. I love intensity, but not the scary kind that he displayed. Oy... but I do LOVE passion. He has a lot of it.

NWO, Always the optimist.

Del-V said...

How very strange. I wouldn't invite a woman I just met back to my house, much less another country...

He must really like (obsess) you.

PinkPiddyPaws said...

Crazy as a shit house rat. That pretty much sums up the dudes behavior. I'm with Catherinette. He'll probably drug you up and sell you on the black market. Or worse, keep you in his basement to bear his "future children". ;)

Le Meems said...

Wait this story can't be true, your Australian friend SHARED you in the first place?!?!

Ha
HA!

Bob Dobalina said...

"But who am I to turn the other cheek just because an idea seems crazy?"

I.. don't understand this sentence.

I love the rest of the blog, but.. perhaps if I rephrase it, you will see why I'm confused:

"But who am I to forgive and forget just because an idea seems crazy?"



Unless you literally meant 'turn the other cheek' and it's a sex thing in which case I stand corrected.