Another short story about being hit on in Pohnpei...

Michaela and my favorite stick-twirling, samurai-in-training, "hey lady"-sayin' Pohnpeian was in full form this morning. I was walking to work and there happened to be a group of 4 other Pohnpeians walking near me (witnesses). He walked past us and started doing ninja moves at a barking dog. As I turned back to check out his ridiculous moves, we caught eyes. He than began to yell, rather loudly, "Mensung mwauh (good morning) pretty legs! Pretty legs, mensung mwauh!!" The other Pohnpeians (and I) burst out laughing. This only encouraged him to get louder. He repeated himself over and over until I was finally out of his line of vision. BAH!!! Pohnpei met!