I fully intended to do a fun nightlife/club scene recap of sorts in this post and sharing the following story as a side note.. but it just got SO long that you'd be reading for days. Thus, it gets it's own post. So here goes.
Gaby got to Mexico a day before I did. While doing her thing and lounging on the beach before I arrived, she was approached by 2 Israeli guys who happened to be staying in a hotel just a block from ours. Israeli #1 apparently goes up to Gaby and makes a comment about how he keeps waiting for her husband or boyfriend to come over to her, but no one ever does.. to which Gaby laughs at, makes nice, you know the drill.
I mean, look at her.. she is one sassy mamacita!
The very next thing he says: "So don't you recognize me from somewhere?" Is it just me or is that a reaaaally backwards pick up line? She says no, he proceeds to go on and on about how he's an actor on the show Entourage and has a house in LA and NY, etc and so forth. To make a super long story short, he was basically a pathological liar (well, according to Israeli #2, at least.. so who really knows) and between the two of them, they would just not. leave. us. alone. for the rest of the trip.
Gaby's theory was hey, they might buy us drinks and such. Which they did one night. We're not hussies, I promise. Just poor. And they let us plus Braden come over before going out one night to pregame a bit.
They really did seem like nice guys for a while.
Then we went out to this one nightclub, Blue Parrot, for some drinks and dancing. Here I learned two things:
1. Do not buy drinks at a nightclub in Playa. I'm pretty sure their version of vodka is stale water. Because that's what my "vodka" pineapple tasted like. Such a waste of money.
2. I don't enjoy men I don't know grinding up on my ass when I'm just trying to dance with my friends.
As mentioned, Israeli #1 was way into Gaby, so Israeli #2 either felt obligated to dance with me or just wanted to.. which can be fine.. but not, you know, "that way". Ugh I get the heeby-jeebies just thinking about it.
I told Gaby I was going to head out/back to the hotel/away from there, and she agreed to come with and that we should ditch the guys, since she wasn't really a fan of their attention anymore either. Oh geez I'm making us sound terrible right now, aren't I?! The whole situation was just getting kind of sketch.
Anyway, point of story: we leave, see the Israeli's pass us on the street about 10 minutes later, and decide to go back to Blue Parrot since we figured they left and wouldn't be coming back.
Well they did. And it was awkward. #DitchingFail.
We kept seeing them for the rest of the trip; Playa del Carmen is evidently a very small town. Israeli #1 (aka the liar) was getting creepy because he kept just.. staring at Gaby. Not talking to her.. just standing at a distance and staring and hating, I guess. And I coincidentally ended up sharing a super awkward bus trip to the airport with them as well.
Thus ends my story about that one time in Mexico with Isreali's.
And for enduring my random storytelling.. enjoy some gratuitous photos from that night at the Blue Parrot!
6 comments:
creeeeeepy why don't guys just ever get the hint? NOT INTERESTED!!! If I was, you'd know.
ew!!! that would have freaked me out!!
Agh! They sound super sketchy. Sorry your ditching efforts didn't work at the Blue Parrot. :/
LOL. Hilarious story! Creepy guy story FTW. Free drinks are of course great, but that means you actually have to talk to them... lol.
Oh yeah, this is something that would totally happen to me. Shoot, it probably HAS happened to me (just not with Isreali's or in Mexico.) Sucks being so damn pretty sometimes, huh? ;)
EEEk that's creepy! Hey if they can't catch a hint you might as well get a few drinks out of it.
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