I’ve been at a resort town in Turkey for work for a few months. Not knowing a lot of people, I’ve often explored the area or gone out for dinner or a drink on my own. This one cool little place, I liked the food and it was less touristy than others. So I started going once or twice a week.
One guy always seemed to be working. I found out later his dad owned the place, but that he mostly ran it. He was mid 20s and for this story, I’ll call him Z. I’m 33, so a few years older than him. Within a few visits, he started flirting with me a little or commenting on how beautiful I was or how much he liked my smile. How he loved American girls and that it would be a dream to go out on a date with me. It was innocent and I just would smile and encourage him to find a local girl or someone closer to his age.