There were at least two parts of America she didn’t hate [FF]

I was VERY naive when this happened btw. It was also over ten years ago.

I spent a few months traveling alone when i was younger. I was writing and had an online job so I just decided to hostel hop for a while.

I met this girl in a hostel who was not initially too impressed with me. She mumbled something about having to share a room with an American and was pretty rude for a bit.

*Whatever, people hate Americans. I learned very early in my travels to shrug it off.*

So this girl wore all black, chain smoked like crazy, and had the mouth of a damn sailer. She was pretty sexy, but I’m also just attracted to anyone who is a little mean to me.

*Good luck unpacking that one.*

Finally she turns to me without warning and says, “American. I’m bored. Let’s grab dinner.”

*Ok?*

She picks a random restaurant and chain smokes the entire way there. I barely get a word in she’s going off so long about how much she hates American politics and probably knows more about my government than I do.

*I don’t mind her visceral hatred, btw. I was more fascinated by it.*

“So tell me. Are you like every other American I know who wants to suck Obama’s dick?”

I stare at her. “Is this a metaphor or are you asking me literally?”

She laughs. “If it’s literal the answer is obvious. We all want to suck Obama’s dick. He’s a joke but sexy and probably fucks like a man.”

*I don’t know how to respond to this.*

She gets very offended when the waiter suggests a certain dish and then proceeds to order five martinis.

*NGL, I was a child and watching someone chain smoke, order drinks, and talk about politics with sex seemed like the sexiest, most sophisticated power move I’ve ever seen.*

She takes out her phone when I ask if she has a boyfriend and shows me a picture. He’s very hot. She then flips through to show me a photo of her lover.

“You have a boyfriend AND a lover?”

“Every woman should have a lover,” she says dismissively. “No man can satisfy us completely.”

*I bet I could, friend.*

“So tell me, American. Who is your lover?”

“I’m between lovers at the moment.”

“What? You hate sex?”

“Um… no. I just don’t want a boyfriend.”

“Who said anything about a boyfriend? Fucking is fucking.”

She lights another cigarette and this time I ask for one. It makes me sick but I try to play it off because I think it will make me cool.

*Smoking is for cool kids right?*

We pay our bill and she announces we’re going back to the hostel.

*Is she bored with me or into me? It’s anyone’s guess.*

On the way back there is a group of American tourists that she points out. I asked how she knows and she rolls her eyes. “Oh please. They have flip flops.”

“Did you know with me?”

*I basically only wore black at that time.*

She snorts. “You’re the most American looking person I’ve ever seen and it’s not just how you dress. You’re like a Barbie with glasses. Of course you’re American.” She takes another drag of cigarette. “You have blonde hair, you’re not wearing eyeliner, and you probably have a boob job.”

*Bro the more she hates me the more I’m kind of in love with her.*

“I do not actually.”

“What?”

“Have a boob job.”

“I’ll believe that when I see it.”

*When?*

When we get back we’re the only ones in our dorm and she finally lightens up a little. “Alright American. Let’s see.”

“See what?”

“What’s under your shirt.”

“Um… No?”

She smiles. “Are you homophobic or shy about sex? Either would check out, all things considering.”

*What does that mean??? I was too naive to get American stereotypes then.*

“I’m just a little confused as to what is happening.”

“I’ll show you mine.”

“Really?”

“Of course not! I have a boyfriend. But you’re a free agent in a hostel.”

I do not know why I did it. I think it’s because I genuinely didn’t know where this was going to go and she was fucking fascinating.

So… I took my shirt off and unhooked my bra. I just awkwardly stood there vulnerable and exposed while she looked me up and down, licking her lips and finally smiled.

“I stand corrected. You’re natural”

“Can I get dressed now?” We were not the only ones in the dorm and I kept glancing at the door.

“You like being told what to do, don’t you?”

“No!”

*I did but I didn’t quite know that yet. I was young and naive.*

She shrugged. “That’s a shame.”

She stood up, walked over to me slowly, and out my face in her hands. “You’re cute, you know?”

“I can’t tell what’s happening right now.”

*Are we about to fuck or is she making fun of me? Both are a possibility.*

She kisses me slowly and when she pulls away I tell her I like her.

“Of course you do.”

*NGL, I draw from this girl sometimes. I was not as confident then and the fact that she was so secure was sexy AF. I still think about it when I’m about to hook up with someone.*

When I reach for her she stops me. “I can only have one lover at a time and I generally don’t pick women.”

*Ahhhh, what the hell? I’m so confused.*

She continues. “You really are cute though. In another life we’d see what those natural things could do.”

*What does that mean and where do I sign up?*

“I have to read now,” she announces as she goes back to the other side of the room and grabs her book.

“That’s… it?”

“You want a goodnight kiss or someone to tuck you in?”

*Maybe?*

“Oh, ok.”

If you figure out what the fuck is up with this story, let me know. I still don’t really get what happened.

So she left the next morning but added me on Facebook before she headed. What’s crazy is she actually ended up with a very cool career that’s pretty high-profile. I can’t say what it is, but it suits her. I also stalk her photos periodically to try and figure out who her current lover is.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/tamid5/there_were_at_least_two_parts_of_america_she