April 26, 2013

At dinner tonight with my waiter:

Him: What is your job?

Me: It’s kind of complicated to explain. (I prefaced with this only because the internet in Cuba is horrible and seemingly unimportant to everyone) I work for an Internet company that makes online software –

Him: (interrupting me) You have a beautiful mouth.  (And then he walks away)

Well done, dinner waiter.

Before I left, I did get a kiss on the hand and the promise of a gift if I come back tomorrow.

Dear Mom… I might have a Cuban boyfriend.