Aaaaaya Sofya! or, swingin singles in the old city

First, i must start off by saying that I am leaving Istanbul. I am flying to Munich (beautiful city) on Friday, where I hope to safely and happily spend a little time (days) before flying back to California. While this is an embarrassing admission, I will count this as a positive experience, no matter how brief my stay turned out to be. The family I lived with/worked for was lovely, Istanbul seems to be a place I would otherwise love to get to know... but it is not where I will be right now.
That being said, with little time ahead of me, and few sights seen (I was sick last week and thus napped/tried to recoup much of the days), today i decided I to return to the old city, where I had spent about an hour my first (and apparently one of the last, go ahead, laugh at me) weekends here. As I walked towards Hagia Sophia (however you chose to spell it, wherever you hail from) I saw swarms of school children, crowds of people on tours. Overwhelmed, I decided to first check out Sultanahmet. As I was walking I was intercepted by a nice looking older man who told me that he owned a rug shop in the city. we talked and he directed me to the mosque, where prayers were beginning, asking me if I would have tea with him when I came out. I said yes, and as I was in line I realized I had forgotten a headscarf, so no entry for me. The man was waiting as I came out. He and I walked some together, and he showed me his tile/rug shop (beautiful things) and gave me a cup of tea. He was a lovely person and was intent on spending sometime with me, but I am not as open as I often appear (good thing) and have a healthy distrust of strangers, especially strange men, who have historically surprised me with their motives (and I'm no beauty queen; attention in this respect makes me uncomfortable). While he appeared to just be showing hospitality I didn't want to go to an unknown place with him or drink a beverage from his kitchen. I didn't want to appear rude by not accepting his kindness, i excused myself quickly... anywho, just as I was walking away from him I was intercepted by another man. I tried to politely leave him, and somehow he helped me to cut in front of the massive line outside of Hagia Sopia-- not something I would do, but somehow I went with it.
I went into Hagia Sophia feeling incredibly uncomfortable... I knew I was overreacting, this is exactly my personality, people are nice to me and I act like a freak. In any case Hagia Sophia was beautiful; my camera battery promptly died, but I got some pictures.
As I left I was intercepted (I keep using that word... interrupted? not accosted... hmmm) by a third man, also wanting to have tea with me. At this point I fled, like a big chicken, and ate chocolate, bread, and oranges until my hands were sticky and my belly was full and I was relaxed (mmm) . I can handle language barriers, I can handle uncertainty (to an extent) but i could not handle this. I cannot handle a lot of things actually, apparently, as I examine my recent life choices. Rather, I don't want to handle them...
Each of the men said that I did not look like an American (I think this was supposed to be a compliment), yet they spoke to me in English... or maybe they didn't. Actually, Turkish might have been first. Anywho, i thought that was funny.
So this is a lame blog, Rachel the glamour queen... no, who knows what these people want. To be friendly probably. I should be more open. But, gotta be smart. In anycase, I am leaving, so... thanks for reading, perhaps a Germany entry will come, if the mood strikes...