I was wearing a dress and my favorite silver jewelry. Most of the night he avoided me, speaking to me only one time, asking if I wanted a beer. I felt impatient and rejected. I took a deep breath and blurted, “What’s going on? Why are you avoiding me?” I knew why, I just needed to be put out of my misery. He hesitated. “It’s just … you’re just not my type,” he said. My heartbeat began to slow and I felt my frustration drop out from under me, leaving me with a kind of space that felt like freedom.
Saskia Kaya is from New York and, after trying Brazil, Madrid, Italy, Amsterdam, and Denmark, now lives in Fethiye, Turkey. Find Saskia at www.saskiakaya.com and on Twitter and Instagram @saskiakaya.