Adventures with Lamas

On Friday I went down to the local lamasery to try to interview one of the buddhist lamas I've met there a couple of times. He was sitting outside a cafe nearby, in his long red robes, drinking a pepsi while his pet goat frolicked nearby. We walked into the lamasery, but then a group of tourists came so he had to show them around.

He took me to his room where I could do the interview without interruption. No problem. Interview complete, we chatted for a while. He was curious as to whether I had a boyfriend and whether I had had a walking marriage since I'd been here. He told me he was 38 and had always been celibate, stringently denying that lamas in this area had walking marriages (a rumour I've heard from various sources).

Changing the topic, he told me I was too tall and that my thighs were too fat (pulling a disgusted face). I was more surprised than offended. I'm quite accustomed to being considered tall and fat here. Then he said he had something to give me and showed me to another room where he put a white translucent scarf around my neck.

I was thanking him and he started to give me a hug. I thought, wow, that's really very friendly behaviour from a lama. Then he tried to kiss me and squeeze my bum. This was distinctly unwelcome (not to mention unlamalike) behaviour and I pulled away shaking my head, too surprised to say much. We said goodbye and I walked off.

Felt somewhat confused that a supposedly celibate lama chose the day of my visit to experiment with women, and more particularly, that he thought that telling me I have fat thighs was a good way to seduce me! Very odd day.