I’ve been AWOL for a couple of weeks. It’s good to be back. I had a book due 3-2 then had to turn right around and complete revisions before 3-18 – much midnight oil was involved. The off shoot was, though, that I got to leave on a 2 week girls trip to Spain as soon as I finished the revisions. That's where I've been.And besides olives and almonds and beautiful country, this is a little taste of what I found in Spain:
This is what else I found – the men there like middle-aged, short, not so svelte American women. One guy even asked me to marry him - he would be content as my second husband. Go figure. I also got my butt pinched 3 times. Yes, really. And I liked it :o) What does that say about me? If that had happened in the States, I’d be screaming sexual harassment. And I'd never have a hero of one of my books pull a stunt like that. So, why was it different in Spain, you ask? Well, I’m still trying to figure that out. My gut says a plethora of reasons come into play. One, I was on vacation and I wasn't going to let anything bother me. Two, it was very playful with NO malice – just a little harmless flirtation. And then there’s the fact that I thought I’d reached and passed my window in time where any man would want to pinch my butt – so, okay, yeah, it was a nice boost to the ego.
Again, if it happened to me here, I absolutely would be ticked, but because it happened over there where life seems so much simpler, less politically correct (dogs ran off leash, oh my), and not nearly as serious as here, it just felt like I was going with the flow. What’s up with that? Is there something wrong with me? What about you all? Would you be offended if someone did that to you? Would it make a difference if he was cute???? Am I just a tramp at heart?
