soul mate needed!

looking for a ticket to america? a submissive woman to be yours? an easy woman similar to those you’ve seen in american movies? well, my friends. you’re in luck. because the next man who catcalls me on the street, proposes marriage, throws rocks at me to garner my attention, offers a lower price in exchange for a sexual act or offers a free drink is going to be my long lost lover boy. that’s right. i need you.

you were right. i had idealized love. thinking that love is a partnership. bollocks. your idea of ownership is much more appealing. thinking i’d meet my husband at university or in some sharerd activity was silly. my love will be found in the dirt roads of an african village or in the alleys of an istanbul bazaar. thinking that i didn’t like being harassed on the street… what a ridiculous notion! i was too closed-minded. though i’ve been born and bred with a degree of female empowement and turkey ranks 120 of 128 countries in gender equality, i think we will make it. sure. i could live in this indian village forever though i’m not hindu and can’t understand a word you’re saying. we don’t speak the same language? how can such a menial thing stand in the way of eternal love? we were meant to be, baby. the green light is on. the love train is about to leave the station. let’s roll.