The Dentist

So where do I even begin with this guy!!!!!!!!!!!!!?

This random guy on our tour bus asks to take a picture of us the other day. Fine we say, but thought it was a little weird.

Then we had dinner with him the other night and omg. Turns out he is a dentist from Indonesia, came alone on this trip and is the world's biggest pessimist. I asked him what he liked best on the trip so far and he said "honest or not honest?" and I said "honest" and he replied "nothing". Then went on to tell Melissa and I that he's hated everything and also hated being with people that are 50 years old on the tour bus. Which coincidentally we think is the greatest thing ever. This guy doesn't know what he is missing!

He asks where we are going on our next holiday and we said Thailand and he INSISTS that we go to Bali. And demands we get in contact with him via email or text so he can hook us up with all the places to go.

Then he suggested we get motor bikes and I think the whole restaurant turned to stare at our table. (Not even kidding.) Melissa and I both busted out laughing and both laughed until we cried picturing the two of us on motor bikes. This guy obviously does not know us! Well I think we offended him because he got kinda pissed. But that quickly passed and he started asking me what I do and seemed quite impressed that I was a professor at a University. He guessed Elementary school and was like "huh" with a nod when I corrected him.

Well then he started offering us cookies from his room! And kept on and kept on about us partying with him the first night in Paris.

Melissa figured the cookies were a lure to get us to go up to his room and that he was disappointed in the 50 some crowd because he went on this trip looking to hook up. Well we weren't falling into the cookie trap.

And today I told her we have to get our act together once we hit the hotel in Paris, 1. Either hurry the hell up and get out on the town or 2. Linger around for an hour at the hotel before we got out. Because he caught us this morning and was like "party, party!" ...... yikes.

Fortunately we got out of that situation. We went out and had our own fun in Paris and got back safely like the smart, sophisticated women we are. Who the hell knows where this guy is.

XOXO,
J.