Greek Town

So saturday night the ladies, LemonDrop and myself decided to hit Greek Town in Toronto for a girlie night on the town with souvlaki. And as usual its not a girls night out until there are atelast a few cocktails had, so we each were 'daintily' sipping down what they called 'Poseidon's Dream" which basically consisted of blue liquer, sprite, lemon and some vodka - dangerous because they are so easy to swallow! Well after we had our drinks and our almost 40 year old bulgarian, married, waiter hit on us shamelessly we ordered our food which was over priced and rather bland but the live greek band made it wall worth it. Things were going fairly well considering every other waiter would come by and either try to hit on us or gawk down shirts. Eventually this one waiter who kept 'accidentally' knocking my purse off of my chair and then going under the table to 'pick it up', finally got around to introducing himself to me. His name was Peter, he was 29, very greek and when I stood up, VERY short. I believe he had to have been about 5"5 3/4 and myself bieng 5"6 but decked in atelast 3" heels I towered over the wee greek man. Finally after about 10 minutes of him spewing the most innane details of his life to me I discovered not only is Peter 29, but he also usually only dates Polish women, likes to be beaten during sex - as in fully slapped in the face(!), has a criminal record for selling cocaine in the US, and wants me to go away with him for a week in august. That's right, the guy didnt even know my real name and he asked me to go away with him. What is it with me? So far I have had Suavier, creepy WOP from my office, The Pizza Guy, and now the Wee-Greek Man asking me to on trips with them!! Obviously one day in a drunken stupour i had "I like to leave the country with strange men" tattooed on my tits and I forgot completely about it.