On the bus back from Don Bosco yesterday, I had a particularly scarring experience. Like I said, we were on the bus. I was minding my own business, and then He walked on. Eye catching with a bright purple vest and a magnificent moustache. Not that I was looking. He looked my way and I smiled politely. Very quickly it became obvious that this would not end so quickly with just a smile each way. He began to wink, blow kisses and raise his eyebrows suggestively. At this point my smile changed from polite to nervous. He obviously didn't take it that way. Now everyone (yes, I've seen the blog) is claiming I'm a flirt. I am. But in this situation I was just scared and uncomfortable. My last impression of Kolkata was not a good one.
So long Kolkata, and good riddance purple vest guy.
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