Egypt (44) My Sundeck Proposal

Egypt (1) The Idea to go
Egypt (2) Incheon Airport
Egypt (3) Turkish Airlines
Egypt (4) Breakfast is served and it's raining
Egypt (5) Istanbul: Hello Turkey!
Egypt (6) Istanbul: City Tour begins
Egypt (7) Istanbul: Turkish Islamic Art Museum

Egypt (8) Istanbul: Blue Mosque
Egypt (9) Istanbul: Blue Mosque Beanie Drama
Egypt (10) Istanbul: Lunch
Egypt (11) Istanbul: Hagia Sophia
Egypt (12) Istanbul: Grand Bazaar
Egypt (13) Istanbul: Snow Storm
Egypt (14) Istanbul: Goodbye Turkey!
Egypt (15) Arriving in Cairo
Egypt (16) Meeting mum, breakfast and Dana
Egypt (17) Pyramids and Sphinx
Egypt (18) Perfume Factory
Egypt (19) Jeweler
Egypt (20) Mit Rahina Museum
Egypt (21) Step Pyramid
Egypt (22) Bumpy Car Ride
Egypt (23) Lunch & Shopping
Egypt (24) Papyrus Institute
Egypt (25) Leaving for Aswan
Egypt (26) Arriving in Aswan
Egypt (27) Short, Sweet & Deep
Egypt (28) Lunch on the Boat
Egypt (29) Felucca Ride on the Nile
Egypt (30) Short, Sweet & Deep Part 2
Egypt (31) Dinner & Entertainment
Egypt (32) High Dam in Aswan
Egypt (33) Philae Temple
Egypt (34) Unfinished Obelisk
Egypt (35) Lunch & Set Sail
Egypt (36) Temple of Kom Ombo  

Egypt (37) Mohammad, Airtime & Security Guy
Egypt (38) Dinner & Galabya Party
Egypt (39) Love Story - Photoshopped
Egypt (40) Temple of Horus, Edfu
Egypt (41) Sail to Luxor & Sundeck Shananigans
Egypt (42) Hello, Mr Sailor!
Egypt (43) Luxor Temple

Wednesday, January 27 2010

After dinner, back in our cabin, my mum tells me that she met Sam at the reception area. He's flying back to Cairo tonight. He asked my mum to say "bye" to "Gizzella". My mum told him that I'd be up on the deck later.

Just before 10pm, I go up to the deck. It's not as cold as the previous night, so I intend to take advantage of the calm evening and relax with my music. There are boats docked on either side of our boat and there are workers hustling around on them. Our deck is deserted, except for about 3 other guests.

In a few minutes, guess who pitches up on the deck?

It's Sam.

"I thought you left," I say.
"Not yet. I wanted to see you again," he says.

He takes the seat opposite from me. For a couple of seconds, he just looks at me.

"I want to tell you something," he says.
"Ok, tell me"
"I want to tell you over there," motioning to the corner of the deck.

I cross my brows and tell him, "If you want to tell me something, you tell me here."
"Let's go there," he says.
"I'm not going there, so you either tell me here and now or I'm going to go." (Where did I learn to talk like a hard-ass-cold-biatch?!)

It doesn't seem as though he's blinking. His eyes are fixed on me.
He says, "I want to tell you something on your lips."

What - the - hell?

He moves to the seat next to me. I look at my watch and tell him that he should be going downstairs to head to the airport.

He puts his right hand on my left knee and asks me to go with him "over there".
I take his hand from my my knee and place it on the table in front of us.

"Are you serious? There are people here! AND - you are married. AND - you are old enough to be my father!"

No. Sam doesn't care that there are people around. He doesn't care that he's married. ...and he sure doesn't care that he's old enough to be my father.

"Gizzellaaaa" he says - long and drawn out. "You are beautiful. I want to talk to you from the first day I saw you."

I look at my watch again and tell him that he should be getting going before he misses his flight.

"Gizzella, please..."

"No way!"

At this point, I've already calculated the distance from where we're sitting to the stairs going downstairs. I know I can run faster than him, if I have to!

I tell him that I'll walk him downstairs (Where there are people).

Looking like a disappointed puppy, he follows me as I walk briskly down the stairs.

He still continues to look at me, and I refuse to make direct eye contact with him.

"Ok, have a safe trip back home...and take care!" I say.

I know I'm sounding like a cold b!tch, but I've never found myself in a situation like this. With a man. A married man. A married man who's old enough to be my father.

Of course, you must remember that this doesn't matter at all in Egypt. Islamic Egyptian men are allowed to take more than one wife if they wish, and if it's permitted. So the question, "Are you married?" turns obsolete. 

Sam, finally realizing that I'm not going to give in, gives up and takes my hand to kiss it. He hugs me, goes downstairs and I go back to my cabin to tell my mum about it.

It would have been the perfect story to tell people...I was on a boat... on the Nile River...under the stars...but, Hell to the NO! Anyways, it DID make for an interesting blog post, right?!

Egypt (45) West Bank of Luxor & Colossi of Memnon