I try to tell myself that not all Europeans are assholes but they are slowly, one by one, proving me wrong. Thursday night I went to a fancy soirée. Yes, I was invited. There was a man also in attendance whom I had met a few days prior. We got to talking and I asked him where he was from since he spoke in a thick accent.
“The Ukraine.”
“Where in the Ukraine?” I inquired.
“You’ve never been there, you wouldn’t know.”
“You can’t say that… I’ve been to Bratislava and Humenné and KoÅ¡ice which aren’t that f…”
He interrupted me.
“Yeah and I’ve been to Italy!”
I smiled and said, “It’s been nice talking to you” and I walked away.
He freaked me out because I started to worry that my geography was all messed up. Slovakia is right next to the Ukraine, right? Could I be totally off? I checked Google Maps and they are neighbors. So it isn’t weird that I mentioned those cities trying to show him that I was interested in where he lived because I had been near that vicinity before in my life. Maybe his own geography was off and he thought these places were somewhere in Italy? At any rate, I never learn. I try to be nice and it always bites me in the butt. This is how I wish the conversation went:
“Hello Donna, it is me, Stanislav, you remember me from other day?”
“Yes, go to hell.”
