Tharanga- The Flower Flirt

I should have learned about the strange flirtations in this country when Carrie shared her amazing stick story. But.... I didn't.

On Friday, I went to the Carrefour to get flowers for Lauren's birthday.
As soon as I walked up to the counter, the "florist" wanted to be best friends.
He told me he "knew I was an artist as soon as he saw me" etc etc.
He told me about his dreams of being an artist or a model or an actor. Basically anything but a florist.
The onslaught of questions was enough to drive me crazy but I needed the flowers so I smile and nod and act like I understand what he is talking about.
Finally, he wrapped the flowers up (and accidentally splashed me with glitter) and I was ready to get outta there.
BUT... there was one more thing he wanted.
My mobile number.
I tried to explain to him that I didn't actually know what my number was and he should just write his down and "I'd call him" haha
But he had a better idea. The old "let me call my phone from your phone".

With so much on my mind, trying to get the party straight and everything in order in 3 hours....
I totally forgot about him and the whole incident.

UNTIL LAST NIGHT!!!
In a cab on the way to the Villagio, I receive this text:
*NOTE: Nothing has been changed or altered. No change of spelling, punctuation or grammar*

"Hi.how ar u.i don't no how should i start my word.u were very intresting.but my world i have a dream i wont to be a artist.can u be a god.i dont no.if i trubeling sorry.Miss u take care.my friend."


HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
NO JOKE
The game that people kick in this country is out of this world.