And I thought I didn't like the Spanish men...

Sure, I bitch about how aggressive and douchey the Spanish men can be. The truth is they are just men; men all over the world are the same. As my senora so bluntly pointed out, all men think with their *points to gentials* and rarely think with their *points to head*. You can trek all over the globe and men are the same. Some, aka Spanish men, just happen to be a little more forward with their words and actions, but I'm sure they all think the same. I feel like men don't know how to woo or charm a lady anymore. Telling her she's pretty just doesn't cut it.. And telling me I look like I'm from China and Japan is a sure way to lose my attention. Ugh yes it happened several times again this weekend! I just walked away. I don't think I will ever grow accustomed them saying that. Yes, obviously I am Asian. There is absolutely no doubt about it. Do you really feel the need to point it out? or even argue with me and tell me I look Japanese? I don't point out that 80% of yall are like 5 feet tall and could learn to wear deodorant. Okay, I'm realizing I'm depicting Spanish men in a really negative way. Don't get me wrong I've met tons and tons of very nice and tall Spanish men. It just gets frustrating to have to deal with idiots, but this post isn't really about the Spanish men...

In a previous post, I mentioned how a Spanish woman glared at my friends and I and then proceeded to call my friend a name. Well last night takes the cake. Women are catty, of course, especially when it comes to men. Notice how men are the root of all problems?? haha jk. After this incident (name-calling woman), I mentioned I really wanted to make some Spanish women friends. On Thursday, I met some girls who were so sweet and finally I thought I made some progress. They don't hate Americans after all. Hallelujah. I broke a barrier. I was really proud of myself and realized they weren't all complete bitches. And then last night happened.

My friend was attacked by a Spanish woman at a discoteca. My friend was standing around looking for my other friend and suddenly this Spanish woman pulls her hair, scratches her chest and yanks her to the ground and then leaves. On what planet is this okay?? On what planet does this happen without any obvious reason? This attack was completely unwarranted and out of the blue. My friend ran to the bathroom and locked her self in the stall and was completely shaken up for the rest of the night and probably for a long while. I would've reacted the same way, but gotten some revenge. There was a guy who saw the assaulter and I asked him to show me who she was. I wanted a piece of this bitch's face. We walked around seriously 10 times trying to find this little blond-haired psycho, but she was no where to be found. We believe she fled right after attacking my friend. If you have the audacity to attack a stranger for no flippin reason, at least stick around to own up to your actions. We went over what we did that night to see if we possibly did anything to piss this woman off. We have come to the conclusion that she was just jealous of my very pretty friend and was completely nuts. I have never wanted to punch a woman more, and this incident didn't even happen to me. It just sucks because I feel like we were making progress with the women here but we have regressed so far back that I do not want to meet anymore women nor men. Americans may be messy, and yes talk shit behind your back (which they definitely have) but I'd rather hang out with them more than any local I have met. This makes trusting anybody so difficult. Good thing I'm not a quitter. I refuse to let nut jobs and crazy people ruin my study abroad experience.This journey is far from over and I have much more to learn. I hope if you're reading this you're not thinking "oh no she's having an awful time in Sevilla." This experience has been beyond my wildest dreams. I am in freaking Spain for 5 months and it has been amazing thus far, but always with the good comes some bad. I say this all the time but my current life is like a movie. It's like someone is scripting my life, and like every movie you need drama every once in a while. I'm just waiting to meet genuinely nice people whom I can trust whole heartedly, but who am I kidding those are rare even back home.