The first time I heard of him, was the aqaintance in my travel group (me, her and some other woman had been organizing it. She comes there all the time) said: "We are going to meet a young guy with long, dark hair. He is the nicest guy. Remember to tip him well, because the waiters don't earn that much in Turkey". I had no idea what the drill was with the beach restaurants, I had never travelled much and certainly never been served anything in a sunbed. I saw him from a mile away, he had a very special way of walking and walked very fast directly towards us and he was looking at me very attentively. OK, so he was good looking. OK, so he thought I looked good even with my second hand clothes and my hair braided. That didn't mean I had to talk to him much! He took my order and brought my orange juice in like two seconds. I was surprised at how good it was! (I had not yet tried the juice in the hotel). I started to relax... But I was like: he is coming on too strong. Juuust like that other guy did and remember what happend back then. Don't get yourself intro trouble! I though I was very nice and firm. He asked me out like right away, I turned him down...That happended a few times. But he was not shaken AT ALL by that. He was just laughing, enjoying himself. He started to tease me in a weird way, saying, well eventually you will date me! He knew my name, because he asked the people I was travelling with. They told him I was married, he was like, I will throw her wedding ring into the sea! The confidence of that guy... But he was getting all my friends laughing, enjoying themselves an teasing me. And he was so calm, not fazed by anything. I was really impressed by that, and that was so unlike lots of guys I had met, and girls too. My aquaintance started to talk about him being single for a long time, not having any kids, helping his mum back at the Syrian border because his dad had died and he sort of acted like the eldest son although he was not, how he had quit one school but now he was trying to take another part time - basically she was giving me like his life story in 5 mintues. I think she felt very motherly towards him, because she had a son his age that died. Anyway...
I started to feel like I could let go a little bit in his presence, because I didn't have to worry about hurting his feeelings, I felt this was a guy who didn't play tough, but he knows how to take care of himself. I was becoming more impressed with him by the minute. And I liked the way he looked at me when I took of my clothes and changed into a nice bikini (I have only nice ones. I have big breats so they have to fit me perfectly unless they will fall off). I can still remember the feeling of the sun warming me, the feeling of freedom to have left Norwegian fall behind, the ice cold juice, the light breeze, the sun bed beneath me and him circling around me to have a better look. I was reading a hardback book about an historical woman who they believed had murdered her father, because she predicted his death through a medium session. It was halfway fiction, halfway crime/mystery. I don't think I have read anything quite like it. I was writing in my journal that was red with gothic prints on in in silver, and I remember him looking at my journal, asking me what I was writing. I couldn't remember if a guy who thought I was sexy had ever cared what I WROTE, so that intrigued me a little bit. My fellow travellers were making fun of me bringing a hardback to the beach... Everything I brought on that trip was too big and too much, reflecting the fact that I had travelled very little the last years and forgotten how to pack.
It took him three days to convince me to go on a date with him, three days of him asking me in front of my friends, nagging and I was like JESUS! This man doesn't give up. I guess he made me feel special. My aquaintance told me she had never seen him chase a girl like that. I remember I was broke and this woman I travelled with was like, concerned that I should cheat on my husband, but she still lent me the money so that I could go have a glass of wine with him. He touched my hair and kissed me and made me feel all wonderful. After having been given an all clear by my husband I shared my bed with this guy the next night. It was the most amazing thunder storm you can imagine (this was at the verge of rain season), very symbolic of course! It all happened so fast that I didn't even learn his name, I just kept with me a note of his name so I could find him on Facebook and Skype! We only had that one night, plus a couple of hours of the next night before I headed to take the night flight home. He gave me a sea shell as a present. One week later I bought him a neckless and sent it to his work. 2 months later his season was over, he had become friends with my husband over Skype and I was his very proud and nervous girlfriend, flying all alone to Turkey. When I saw him, I remember thinking he was so short! But then he kissed me and everything started to feel the same, exept from there onwards it was like a crash course in "real Turkey", it was tiresome and exiting! I felt very curious about everything, like a child.
I started to feel like I could let go a little bit in his presence, because I didn't have to worry about hurting his feeelings, I felt this was a guy who didn't play tough, but he knows how to take care of himself. I was becoming more impressed with him by the minute. And I liked the way he looked at me when I took of my clothes and changed into a nice bikini (I have only nice ones. I have big breats so they have to fit me perfectly unless they will fall off). I can still remember the feeling of the sun warming me, the feeling of freedom to have left Norwegian fall behind, the ice cold juice, the light breeze, the sun bed beneath me and him circling around me to have a better look. I was reading a hardback book about an historical woman who they believed had murdered her father, because she predicted his death through a medium session. It was halfway fiction, halfway crime/mystery. I don't think I have read anything quite like it. I was writing in my journal that was red with gothic prints on in in silver, and I remember him looking at my journal, asking me what I was writing. I couldn't remember if a guy who thought I was sexy had ever cared what I WROTE, so that intrigued me a little bit. My fellow travellers were making fun of me bringing a hardback to the beach... Everything I brought on that trip was too big and too much, reflecting the fact that I had travelled very little the last years and forgotten how to pack.
It took him three days to convince me to go on a date with him, three days of him asking me in front of my friends, nagging and I was like JESUS! This man doesn't give up. I guess he made me feel special. My aquaintance told me she had never seen him chase a girl like that. I remember I was broke and this woman I travelled with was like, concerned that I should cheat on my husband, but she still lent me the money so that I could go have a glass of wine with him. He touched my hair and kissed me and made me feel all wonderful. After having been given an all clear by my husband I shared my bed with this guy the next night. It was the most amazing thunder storm you can imagine (this was at the verge of rain season), very symbolic of course! It all happened so fast that I didn't even learn his name, I just kept with me a note of his name so I could find him on Facebook and Skype! We only had that one night, plus a couple of hours of the next night before I headed to take the night flight home. He gave me a sea shell as a present. One week later I bought him a neckless and sent it to his work. 2 months later his season was over, he had become friends with my husband over Skype and I was his very proud and nervous girlfriend, flying all alone to Turkey. When I saw him, I remember thinking he was so short! But then he kissed me and everything started to feel the same, exept from there onwards it was like a crash course in "real Turkey", it was tiresome and exiting! I felt very curious about everything, like a child.
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