“My overly-dramatic-when-upset mind concluded that Crazy A was going to invite me into her prostitution ring. Or worse, become my pimp. When I finally calmed down I realized that she was a harmless, slightly eccentric woman who hadn’t yet adapted to Western culture. Perhaps in the East people dress more conservatively. Perhaps a fitted dress is the sign of a prostitute. No! Calm down, I reminded myself. She did not think I was a prostitute and she did not want to introduce me to her pimp. That settled, I went back to my reception duties.”
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A Tactical Error
Posted in Daily Life, tagged club, Ender's Game, fitness, Orson Scott Card, Psyche, shower, strategy, Waving Unagi on May 2, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
