Being in Colombo is utterly dispiriting. It's local election fever right now and parties here are so indiscriminate, painting symbols on roads etc. that it's downright frustrating. Couple that with rumours of increasing recruitment up north, and superficial agreements in Geneva, well do the math.
Never a dull moment in this job though. One thing I would like to remark here about the average Sri Lankan man is that they are all, exceptionally so, really badly looking to get laid. From auto drivers, to restaurant managers, to NGO personnel, to friends of friends, there's this overriding synapse in their brain when they see a woman that shuts down every other receptor. Only one thought rules their minds, and that is how to get laid, in every position imaginable, as often as possible.
Beware the Sri Lankan man who isn't honest about this intention, it means he's got a bigger game going on that normal. I shouldn't be so goddamned disillusioned about men here, but it is pathetic to see how many are so unapologetic about their behaviour, especially in Colombo. The concept of a relationship, the concept of respect for a female professional, the concept of partnership is just nonexistent.
(I guess I'm really frustrated right now because yet another random person got a hold of my mobile number which is printed on my business card for all and sundry and called me up and asked whether they could meet up. You can't meet the men you want to meet, and arrgh).
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