A Close Encounter With the Creepy Kind

Madrid is full of handsome men, no doubt, but it also has its share of egregious males. I thought it would be entertaining to share with you some of the lines I have heard around Madrid so far. For anything I write in Spanish, I will provide an English translation as well for you non-Spanish savvy readers. ¡Disfrútados!*

where: outside the Sol metro stop

when: around 10:45pm

who: Beth and I

hombre: Eh, ¿tenéis un cigarrillo?

me: No.

El hombre y su compañero se quedan un rato. Beth y yo nos miramos.

hombre: ¿Sois extranjeras?

me: Pues sí, somos estudiantes.

hombre: Tu español es muy bueno. Es muy claro.

me: Gracias.

Los hombres todavía están. Estoy un poco incómoda.

hombre (a su compañero, hablando de Beth): Ésta es muy alta. Ésta me gusta. (hablando a Beth) Entonces, ¿tu casa o mi casa?

man: Hey, do you have a cigarette?

me: No.

The man and his friend linger. Beth and I look at each other.

man: Are you foreigners?

me: Yeah, we're students.

man: Your Spanish is very good. It's very articulate.

me: Thanks.

The men are still there. I'm beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable.

man (to his friend, talking about Beth): She's very tall. I like her. (talking to Beth) So, your house or my house?

where: somewhere in Old Madrid

when: around 6:45pm

who: Dana, Beth, Katie, and I

man (brandishing joint): Would you like to smoke a joint with me?

Me: No, thank you.

man (walking away): Good luck! Have a fun day!

where: Club Joy

when: between 12:30am and 3:30am

who: me

creepy Italian (with accent): Your eyes are very, very good!

*enjoy