flirting still works!

Glory! The most unexpected thing happened today: I had a sort of normal cab driver. And I flirted my way into a cheaper fare. I don't think we're in Jordan anymore.

Here's how it happened - I was getting a ride home, and I told the guy I am a student from Canada studying Arabic. I wanted to know the word for problem, and I asked him, and I think he was really into teaching me Arabic words and telling me how to spell them. I refused to give him my name. I also think he was driving in circles to rip me off, and I told him I was only paying him a half dinar for the ride since we were lost (it should have cost at least one). We found my house, he said "dir balak, yahalak, and then I slept with him.



I mean, I paid half a dinar and he drove away.



Compare that with my driver this morning, who, when asked to put on the radio, popped in a cassette tape of Qur'an reading.


IN OTHER EVENTS:

I am worse dressed and hang out with more unacceptable company than I gave myself credit for.

Last night I got shut out of Nai, this spiffy nightclub run by Howard Johnson in Amman. It actually is a pretty cool-looking place, and when we got there a whole bunch of Americanized Jordanians who studied outside the country were lining up outside the door, looking all dolled-up and also, slutty.

I was there with Naveed and this Australian dude who went with us to Petra. I think the guards let me through because they thought I was with the group of hot, slutty girls. When it came time for Naveed and Ben to go through though, they weren't allowed in, and I think the guards looked me over again and thought "oh, you are actually not dressed like a hot little number and we wish we hadn't let you in." So we left, dejected, to tool around and wait for a cab.

Work is still pretty average. Actually, it's boring and I hate it. Cheers.