international woman of mystery?

two nights ago, while walking out the hotel alone at night, i was propositioned by a man who clearly had 'romantic' interests.. i just chalked it up to being fantastic looking that evening. then again, judging from the women in the red light district in amsterdam, many men are not picky..

last night i headed back out to the cafe for some wireless signal while mike gave the kids a bath and put them to bed. i ordered a beer and then a second. however, a few sips into the second beer i realized i was not going to finish it so i put it in a paper coffee cup to bring back to mike. it was expensive and i wasn't going to let it go to waste!

i was walking down the street, paper coffee cup in hand, as i crossed the entrance to a pedestrian walking zone very close to my hotel. a police car was driving in this zone and it was clear they were not going to stop to let people walk past. so i paused for a second as i was almost pressed against the police car and suddenly a crowd of men enveloped me. they could have gone on one side or the other but choose to go both ways. i rolled my eyes at them and skirted around the police car. as i did it i thought to myself 'i bet the police think i rolled my eyes at them.'

i walk into my hotel lobby and wait for the elevator when 2 police walk in and head toward me. greaaaaat. they ask for my passport which i actually had on me (as well as 2 for the kids and they asked me why i had so many passports on me). they also look into my cup, which i thought was odd. at first i thought maybe they were stopping me for having a beer but: #1 how would they know i had a beer in my cup, and #2 EVERYBODY drinks outside, so clearly that is not illegal. he said i changed direction when i saw the police car (which was not true, i was just going around them) then saw me walk into a fancy hotel and thought i might be breaking into somebody's room. upon seeing my passport he explained that i fit the description of a romanian woman who was either begging or had taken somebody's money. they walk around the square, coffee cups in hand, asking for change. he apologized for the mistake and then explained to the hotel front desk staff what happened and that it was just a case of mistaken identity.

so now i am concerned who i will be mistake for tomorrow?? i don't think it could get any worse than a romanian street beggar...