I am not sure which I was more taken aback by. Their beauty or their brazenness. I wandered into the bar across from the hotel this evening for a beer. It was a rather unassuming place I had seen all week and thought it’d be a cool place to get a drink one evening. I didn’t feel like sitting in the hotel room – and especially in the lifeless, soul-less Hilton hotel bar – so it seemed to make sense to check it out.
When I walked in something felt strange – not right. As I sat there with my beer I suddenly had a woman come up and ask me if it was ok to sit next to me. OK, I didn’t fall off the Hungarian turnip truck sweetie! I knew the game. I was polite though and said sure you can sit there – “Not sure how much company I’ll be though”. She sat down any way. She starts striking up a conversation. I was courteous but not much more. I knew this is how things get started! I even made sure to add in something about “missing my girlfriend tonight”. That almost backfired though. “Budapest girlfriend?” she asks. “Umm, no, girlfriend back home.” Well, not sure if it was cutting to the chase because I mentioned the girlfriend, or if it is the modus operandi for Hungarian hookers, but she just laid it out (so to speak). “We have girls to go into back rooms for strip show and girls to your hotel for sex. Would you like?” Well, let’s not beat around the bush, sweetie, just tell me what you are after! I politely declined, to say the least. I quickly finished the beer and made my move out the door.
I didn't get very far though before being asked by another girl if I wanted someone to go back to the hotel with me. And this one was beautiful. The first woman was nice looking. While her outfit had said ‘hooker’ she looked like she could have been an administrative assistant, or customer service rep – oh, wait she was! This second one, though, looked like she belonged on a disco floor or on the arm of some Ukrainian Mafioso. Very beautiful, very thin and very dangerous! And very direct apparently! Again, I declined the offer and was able to finally get my butt out of there.
Not sure if these women understood that they were barking up the wrong tree. Tonight – and every night – my heart (and all other parts) belong to one person. And, by the way, did I mention I am really missing her tonight?
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