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I didn’t see the harm in giving him my number, so I gave it to him and he escorted me down to the first floor where I said goodbye to him.
Onur did call me several times when I tried to sleep that night, but, because his English was almost non-existent, there was hardly any conversation, and I just hung up on him, or mostly ignored his phone calls.
As I waited for my food to arrive, another waiter had his eye on me.
He would be considered handsome by most people, but I didn’t find him handsome at all, because his appearance just wasn’t the type that I was attracted to.
I pushed him away, surprised that he had the nerve to do that, but, at that point, I knew Turkish men were very capable of doing something like that.
The young man didn’t know English very well, but he managed to say, ‘sorry’ over and over, looking at me with lust.
I think that his room was on the fourth floor while my floor was on the third floor, or our rooms could have been in high number floors, but it’s hard to recall exactly.
In the room where I was going to stay at, there were tons of carpets rolled up and gathered together around the room.
His bedroom was in the floor above from the floor where I was going to stay.The waiter who tried to get me on the roof with him quickly followed me and grabbed my hair gently and let his hand run all the way down my hair as I descended the steps from the restaurant (the restaurant was on the third floor); that waiter continued to give me a look of passion. He told me that it was upsetting for him to have seen me walk down the street in distress, going in and out of hostels, looking for a place to stay.I told him that my friend didn’t want me to stay with her anymore and I didn’t say exactly why.After I was done with my meal, and after I sat for a moment, I was ready to pay for my meal. There were a row of hostels near the main attractions of the city that I noticed when I took a walk around there during the day, so I was checking out that area when a man who stood in front of one hostel, which was plainly called ‘Istanbul Hostel’ was looking at me and he asked, Do you need any help? I can help you.’ He looked like he really wanted to help, so I decided to enter the hostel. The man introduced himself as Recep (a common male Turkish name, with the ‘c’ pronounced like a ‘j’ sound) and he was the owner of Istanbul Hostel.I got up and gave 7 liras to my waiter and tried to make a quick getaway. He was short, had a round stomach and he had dark brown eyes and brown hair. He asked someone to get me some pizza and fish for him.
One night, I took a walk around Istanbul at night (Istanbul is quite a sight at night indeed) and I went into a hotel because I needed to use the restroom very badly, and there weren’t any public restrooms anywhere.