Uli

Uli said that we should go for a walk so that he could show me the views along the cliff.  The views were breathtaking. It would have been beautifully romantic if I wasn’t with Uli. He is a sweet man and will make some girl very happy, but it aint gonna be me. I get the feeling that he is looking to find a replacement girlfriend. He split up with his girlfriend a little while before he came here. He met her in India. I think he thinks that India is where you pick up chicks. Hasn’t he heard of internet dating?

My fears that Uli may be wanting more than just a stroll along the cliff came to fruition over dinner when he abruptly asked me how I saw him romantically. There was no build up. This was not a topic of conversation. It completely floored me. I have no idea how you explain to someone that you don’t find them attractive, in a way that doesn’t sound patronising or condescending. It was a moment that I want to erase from my memory forever. I went on for far too long about how it wasn’t him and that my heart belongs to another blah blah blah. It was awful. He didn’t seem overly crushed. I think I was more mortified.

If it were me I would want the world to swallow me up but the news that I don’t find him attractive has done nothing to dampen Uli’s spirits. He seems to feel no shame at all in offering me massages, coming over to my hut with random bits of shit that he thinks I might want (a size 10 pair of flip flops. Yeah, cause they’ll come in handy). He is beginning to get on my tits now. I ditched him yesterday and went to the beach. It was blissful. I even got to wear a bikini, and in true British style, I am burnt to buggery. My tan just keeps on getting better.