I was almost kidnapped by a man of Caucasian descent...

So, I guess I can briefly reflect on what happened this weekend--

1. As we were hanging out at my uncle's house in Santa Rosa--we went through his extensive movie collection where it seems as if he owns every movie and tv show on dvd for no reason, other than just to have them. He pulls out season 1-6 of that old show Charmed, and said

"Now I bought the first season because I wanted to see how they got their powers, but I got lost within the first 10 minutes and turned it off. I haven't watched an episode since then. So a few weeks ago I went to get season 7 and realized that it probably wasn't a good idea. So i just settled with seasons 1-6."

This clearly made no sense..however i now randomly own:



2. Moving on...now we were in the hotel room after I came back from my cousins wedding in the forest and was trying to find something interesting to do since the mall closed early, and if I would have sat in that room I don't think it would have ended well, so I decided to go down and check my email in the lobby--

True Story of the day- it must have been some sort of holiday because there were way to many older British people wondering around the lobby when they knew good and well they should have been somewhere in the bed... apparently these people get wild and crazy on a daily according to this old man:



but I digress...anywho after the battery died I decided to travel back up the elevator to find something else to do--as I was getting off the elevator and ending an incredibly boring conversation with someone who is better left unnamed..I passed this man in the hallway who looked like he had lost his way in life--he did the casual "Hi, how are you-what are you doing in this part of the country-isn't the ocean beautiful" bit..and I answered him politely and kept it movin..I went to the room decided to hide out til he left the hall-after about 10 minutes I had a new mission--find the gym and contemplate working out at 9:30 at night (meanwhile wondering why my parents had not returned from a wedding that ended at around 7.)

Anywho as I left the room who was in the hallway-- but this man again...let's just call him Feeny (this is who he resembled without the distinguished gentlemanly quality George Feeny embodied.)


So Feeny made random conversation again in the hall which stopped me from my original journey. He asked about school, where I was from, where I was going..etc. I decided this was the only interesting conversation I was getting out of the night--so I replied and asked relevant questions, while still expecting my parents to get off of the elevator at any moment. After about an hour's worth of conversation where he divulged his deepest fears and insecurities for absolutely no reason, he broke me in mid-sentence to say

"you have the most beautiful skin I have ever seen in my life"

I, slightly confused and far from flattered that Mr. Feeny was complementing me (he never complimented Topanga) said thanks and attempted to start another sentence when he said--

"hey, I'm sorry-did you want to get out of the hall? People keep walking by, and I don't want your legs to get tired from standing" to which I replied

"No-I'm fine it's better than sitting in the room" to which this bastard said (with a mixture of compassion, thoughtfulness and somethin else in his nasty eyes)..

"how about this, we can just go to my room right down the hall right there and watch tv or rent some movies and we can charge it on my bill" to which I PROMPTLY replied..

"no I should be getting back to the room now, my sister is probably wondering where I am."

"I'm sure shes sleep, you can go check on her and I'll get my room ready"

"no she's not sleep she told me to come back and get her if I was going somewhere"

"oh, is it because your boyfriend would get mad? You have to have one, you're to incredible not too"

He seemed heartbroken yet kept moving, but somehow the conversation took a turn for the worse at this point-- all of a sudden he was jokin about people having orgies, asking me if I was a heavy drinker, how many boyfriends I had, how many kids I wanted to have, did I want to have them soon and started laughing about if someone was having sex with their window open, it was clearly his place to rate the man's performance, and knock on the window to cheer him on.

Super shifty-eyed at this point..

Then he got closer to me and started asking how tall I was--and how I am the perfect height for him at 5'5..and I started to wonder how I could use my key card to gouge his eyes out while screaming...


Right at this point I heard my loud uncle laughing at something probably inappropriate and said "oh look my parents are here!!! It was wonderful talking to you!" and walked off quickly as my family turned the corner (after drinkin too much Champagne) and started askin who that little mexican man was that I was talking too and why did he run off when they came..

basically I'll never look at this man the same again...

I am not even sure how to end this blog...so I'll just say thanks for listening/reading and always remember..Think twice before you answer...think twice before you say yes...