Ever met an Indian named Miguel?

I have.

"Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me?!"
What.
"I just wanted to say I admire your confidence, y'know, with the tights and the umbrella.."
It's raining.
"Well confidence is very attractive, I think."
Right.
"Do you mind if I walk with you?"
You're going to anyway..
"I'm Miguel."
You're Indian. What gives. People get off on the strangest fucking things these days.
"Nice to meet you. Are you seeing anyone?"
Wowzer Miguel. Smooth as fucking silk right there.



Miguel seemed to be just that into me.
Unfortunately for him.. I'm working the rest of the week.

I guess that can mean so many different things to so many different people though, can't it?