Austin Cp-3

So I met with Mohammad again, and I learned a thing or two about tardiness. Here in America, at least among friends, tardiness can be accepted, maybe because we don't really care one way or the other. However, i said I would pick up my partner at 4 O'clock, and I arrived at 4:30. Apparently, this was disrespectful, for which I apologized. I guess "4ish" is not an exact time in other parts of the world. I'm gonna have to work on my punctuality for the future.

Not having much time (mohammad had a date with some girl he'd met at the club), we decided to go back to lofty pursuits, which was fine with me. He saw me drink an egg cream with much zeal the last time we went, so he wanted to try one himself. Upon tasting it, Mohammad looked at me with disgust: "How can you drink this?" he said. I guess he didn't like it.

Naturally curious, I asked him about the circumstances of how he met this girl, whose house I was dropping him off at (very classy). However, he refused to share the details other than he had met her at the Coliseum. However, he did ask me for advice. "So," he said, "what should I do?" "What do you mean?" I asked. Mohammad said that in Saudi Arabia he knows what to do (3 girlfriends, he better), but not in America. "Well," I started, "you're going to her house, you should try and seal the deal." What else was I supposed to say? "What do you mean? What deal?" We locked eyes for a moment, and he started to laugh. He's not a dummy, he knows exactly what seal the deal is, even if it is an American colloquialism. "What if she has some disease?" he asked me. "You'll be fine," I responded. I'm supposed to coach him in English, but I never thought I would have to be a love guru as well. "If it frightens you that much," I offered, "you can just talk." He seemed unsatisfied with this, but there's nothing else I could do to help. I am eagerly awaiting to find out how it went.