Imagination running riot?

I now take paying guests and I've had one here for a couple of weeks now and I might be turning into one of those slightly batty types who think every man who greets them politely is about to attack them, or something. He's charming, attractive, and very attentive. He's always been chatty but when my buddy was here it was impossible to avoid him because we were sitting out most of the time, and we both teased him a bit. Beginning to wish we hadn't.

He's really younger - mid 30s. So it's ridiculous to think he is chatting me up and I know that. But every time I go onto the terrace to have a cig he appears 2 seconds later and wants to talk and talk and talk and I eventually have to make an excuse and go back inside because he doesn't stop talking otherwise and it isn't just a guy talking to a wise old owl, it's - well, put it this way, if he was 20 years older, this would be a very different kind of blog. If I mentioned it at all.

I do know lots of men literally can't stop themselves flirting with any female between 10 and 100, it's a reflex and they don't know how to talk to women without flirting. Also some men would quite cheerfully take on a dotty old broad temporarily if there was a profit in it, or he really could quite literally be a bit lonely and would rather practice his English than his Spanish (neither is his home language). He could even think I am as funny and good company as he keeps telling me I am. However, the more he says it, the more I think hmm, really?

The upshot is that I am sitting inside rather than enjoying my own cool terrace in this crashing heat and yes the advice I have been given is set better ground rules with the next long-stay guest, or lock off part of the terrace for myself, and I will, next time. But I have 10 days still to get through and whether I'm an idiot or not, I feel uncomfortable and I don't know what to do about it.



And I shall probably delete this blog, by the way. It embarrasses me.