The curse of looking old

So, it was scheduled, we would go on the 29th of November and the Erasmus would start on the 30th. We would pass a night in Krakow and then they would pick us up from there.

I packed my bags, a LOT of cold weather clothing, we were going to Poland in November after all. The day came and to the airplane I went.

Our plane landed, it was already dark outside, no one knew polish, we were a little lost and VERY hungry. So, our first stop? Mc Donald’s.

Thankfully, it had an English menu, so we easily got our food, paid for it and ate. The food was good, I mean it’s Mc Donald’s kind of hard to mess up.

Now, here’s where things get interesting. Since I’m 13/14 years old I have a beard, not a very big one, but I have one. So, it’s VERY normal for people to think that I’m older than I am. But this time… this time I wasn’t expecting it.

I get out of the place, I wanted some fresh air and my teacher and friends were right behind me. As I stand outside, the dark streets of Krakow with people everywhere. I’m thinking to myself about a lot of different things, but my thought process gets interrupted.

A man talking to me in, what I suppose was Polish, says something. I, of course, don’t understand ANYTHING, I look at him confused and go “English?”. The man looks at me and in a very botched English says “You like woman? We have strip bar down here. You want?”

I FREEZE, all of the words that exist, I forget them. The only mumbles I get out are “ah… I… I’m…ah” and then I decide that the most intelligent thing to do is to just, go to my friends.

I tell that to my professor and to everyone else listening, and we laugh a little. I mean, you have to get clientele somehow, he was just shooting his shot. Not his fault I, as a 15-year-old looked over 18.

We laugh it off and continue onwards to our hotel.

Looking older than you actually are, it can be a curse sometimes. Never thought that I, in my ripe age of 15, would get an invite to that kind of bar. Unfortunately, now, that I am of age, no one asked me about it (yet).

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