Imrabriba

I'm an oldies magnet. Men above the age of 50-60 are the ones who follow me around and "iraqmooni". Typing this is making me sick wai3. The reason for that, in my opinion, is that these men were used to the old days where they appreciated women when they were overweight with a little bit of fat here and there. Shwayat zaghadeed minee minak, imrabriba as they call it. Oh how I would've been a hit at that time. The men would be lining up to god knows where just to propose. But now? I shall kill myself instead. 

Incident one: I was at the place in the city where you can find Salad Creations. I forgot its name. Anyway, so I picked up my food and as I was leaving this OLD man stops me and introduced himself blah blah blah and they he goes on to say, "Ana wayid mo3jab feech o yarait takhtheen raqam telephoni" Abchi???? Seriously, if that's not a sign that I should jump off a bridge, then I don't know what is. Before you decide to give me your number you child molester, go get teeth implants grandpa. Thirsa 6aye7... Yes that old! 

Incident two: I took my dog to the vet last year and I was in the waiting room and across me was a late 40-ish sleazy looking man with his parrot. He was smiling at me along with a few winks. LAAAAA he's winking banti7ir. I ignored and proceeded to the doctor. As I came out I saw him leaning on my car with his creepy ass smirk. I got into my car and sped off and he followed me home, so he rolled down his window and asked for my number. I pretended to talk on the phone, "Alooo baba? wainik..." and he's gone with the wind. 

These are just a couple of them.. My friends get the sons while I get the fathers. Anyone care to lend me a shotgun so I can blow my head off?

P.S I always knew I was born at the wrong time. I'm a 1920's type of girl.