Mohammad has three girlfriends back home, and I thought that was pretty funny. I asked him how he handles them all, and he says they don't know about each other, and neither do his parents. He says arranged marriages are still pretty common there, and only when a man is older and still not married can he find a wife on his own. I don't think I could live like that, I guess I sometimes take for granted the freedoms I have here.
I had an egg-cream, which I had to explain to Mohammad, and everyone else for that matter, what it was (ice cream soda) and he ordered a Sundae. I offered to pay for it, which I think he took as an offense. I was just trying to be nice, to which he replied: "I am an Arab. I have money." To break the tension, I said: "Yea, from all that oil right.?" Laughing, he said: "Of course, we all have oil in our backyards." Crisis averted.
He seemed interested in where I'm from, so I told him New York. I think he has seen too many American movies, because then he asked me If I could steal something for him. He says: "Everyone from New York is a criminal, yes??" I said "No, that's just on television." I let that one slide.
We've made plans to go clubbing one of these days, (he seems to like it, I don't) the Coliseum is the destination. Hopefully, hilarity ensues.
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