On the way home from picking up my fabulously repaired purse, I found myself in a taxi with a chatty driver who knew a bit of English. Over the course of the conversation, after he asked if he could come back with me to America (I declined that tempting offer), he asked me if I had children.
"Nope, no children," I said.
"Nope, not married."
"Oh, you gay?"
Wait, what? Did I understand this guy correctly?
"You gay? You like women?"
Really? Those are my only two choices? Married or gay? Can't a girl just be single in this country? On the other hand, maybe if the gentlemen here thought I liked women, I would get less attention.
Or maybe not.