Talked briefly with V about her party and the over-supply of Brazillian men who could salsa like angels. I told her about my "you ees married? boyfriend? wanna fuck?" conversation, and she told me this.
Her work colleague, who was a truly fabulous, curvaceous, expert salsa-er, got "chatting" to a guy. Well, chatting and dirty dancing, I guess. The conversation went something like this:
Him: You 'ave a flat?
Her: Not really, just a room. I'm flatsharing.
Him: Ees OK.
Her: Oh.
Him: I haff to move on Monday.
Her: Oh.
Him: Maybe, I, live with you, no?
Her: I don't think so.
She made the right choice. I have a personal rule: I never move in with someone on the first day I meet them. Call me old fashioned.
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