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[tamara_russo]

I'm walking home from "Taste of the city" (a food festival in Tel-Aviv), and I drank a little, only a beer and a margarita, but my head still spins just a bit, and I'm more cheerful than usual. I walked most of the way alone, after walking with Avihu to the train station. This guy comes up to me and starts talking to me. If I were a bit more fine I would have told him to get lost in the begining, but he's not bothering me much, and I'm flattered.

He tells me he likes how I look, and even puts his arm around me for a second, at that point I distance myself from him. He offeres a lift home, I say no, and than he asks for my number. I know I won't give hime the real number, because he's creeping me out, and the only way to get rid of him is getting on the bus, and than he says, as he's taking his cell out, "I'm just dying to fuck you". At this point my mind kicks into third geer, and I tell him "Get away from me, now" He's walking away, dancing in content, I call him an idiot and get on the bus.

I feel like crap.

I keep on telling myself, maybe if I wasn't wearing what I was wearing this would not have happened, but I try telling myself it's not my fault, that it's nothing, nothing happened, and I can't bring myself to believeing in it.

How dare him?????

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[tamara-russo.livejournal.com]

Thanks for your support (I know I'm gonna repeat that), I won't post this story in the blog you wrote about (though I went ahead and looked at some of the stories there... *Shudders*. I'm fine now, I just needed to cry over this once, and I'm fine. I know it'll stay with me for a long time, but it doesn't hurt anymore.