Fat turkish man tried to marry me A few years ago I was on my first parent-free vacation in Turkey. As a 20 year old, white, human shaped lady I obviously figured I'd get some unwanted attention, but no biggie, right? Wrong. Dear god, I had never been hit on so hard in my entire life. And it wasn't so much by other tourists, mind you. Mainly by the locals. They were insane! Every store I entered they were being way too pushy, trying to make me try on tight dresses, jewelries, purses and all that crap while complimenting me on how "insanely beautiful" I was. BUT OK, maybe that's just how they are?! Or a sales tactic? But as a swede, I obviously need some space, that's just how we nords are. But the far worst incident is when I visited a restaurant. The waiter there was a 30 something old guy, fat as hell (which is weird because like 90% of the locals I met were normal sized) and just creepy as fuck. I could see how his eyes lit up when he realized I was all by myself, and he immediately started to strike up a conversation with me, asking me questions like "do you have a bf at home?" "where do you live?" "what do you do for a living?" Not super weird questions but they got more inappropriate as the "conversation" went on. He told me how he had a gf at home, but was hoping that he could marry a "beautiful swedish girl" (he said while giving me a flirty look) and move. He went on to talk about more generic stuff again, like music, movies, etc. What made it all so weird though was that he was actually sitting by my table this entire time while I tried to eat my food (which I couldn't, because I felt obligated to answer his constant questions) EVENTUALLY! He got up and left me alone, because he had to serve some other tables. Relieved, I finished my meal, left a bill behind to cover the cost (I didn't want to tip the guy, but also not interact more with him) but I wasn't fast enough to leave the place before the waiter approached me, asking me what hotel I was staying at. "Why do you want to know that?" I asked him, to which he replied "So I can come pick you up later" (WHAT. THE. HELL?!)  I had been too shy/polite to tell the guy off because... Idk, I just hate conflicts, or causing a scene. But I had enough at that point, and I felt genuinely freaked out, so I just dashed away from there as fast as I could. He shouted after me but I ignored him, and made sure to never go anywhere near that place for the rest of my vacation.