Blonde Foreign Chick

Some of you may remember that I dyed my hair brown before I left. But it seems it was in vain as a few swims in the ocean and a couple showers with cheap shampoo were enough to completely strip out all the brown midway through Italy. Leaving me a mangled mess of blonde. Fast forward a couple months and my hair is now a streaky festival of all shades of yellowy hair.

Not a huge problem back home. Just makes you look a bit trashy. But here... here it's a problem. At least for me anyways. It's the cat calls, the whistles, the weird clicking noises, and the car honks. Seems that if you are A) a woman, B) foreign, or C) blonde or any combination of the three, you get 'em all like crazy. It's actually getting a bit embarassing. Example: Walking to the beach this morning, a guy on a boat starts hollaring at me, another guy driving by honks, hangs his head out and shouts "Hey sexy baby!", and the guy at the gas station hollars "Hola! You made my day baby." Now I can ignore all this. But there happened to be about 5 middle aged tourists around me at the same time. One fellow turns around and says, "Were they shouting at you?". I just shrug, point the hair, and say "It's the blonde".

At this point it's just tiring to constantly hear that kinda crap. Where are all the nice men? Oh well, guess it's just a warm up for Morocco. Gah! When I fly back to London, British men are going to seem positively frigid!