Arabian Passion

Like me, John is somewhat of a playboy.  He and I were recently talking about how passionate these Arabian women are and how they always go WAY overboard with feelings and psycho telephone calls.  I arrived in Irbil and came to the Sheriton Hotel to take care of my travel arrangements.  When I went into the businss center, the lady who works there said, "Good morning Randall…can you sit beside me?  There is something I must tell you."  (Apply a sexy Arabian voice and it’s quite nice…).  She asked if I’m married, and I said no way!  She said, "I have a secret to tell you…you musn’t tell anyone…I wish for you to make love to my body…I become incredibly warm when I look at you."  (tilting my head to the side like a puppy dog who hears a new sound for the first time. )

In the words of Kramer, I think I have the Kavorka…the lure of the animal!  hahahaha

Did I pick a bad time to fly out of here.  There are loads of conventions in Dubai this time of year.  I’m arriving there tomorrow and can’t get a flight out until the first of Feb.  When the conventions are in town, the prices of rooms double and it’s extremely difficult to even find a room.   I have been waiting for more than an hour, and the travel agency still can’t find a room.  I have a Russian female friend in Dubai and hopefully her number hasn’t changed since I last saw her.  The only issue is that living in the Middle East has made her as passionate as the Arabian women!