I confess that what happened to Henry Alford in Istanbul has happened to me several times in Montreal after I thought someone was flirting with me:
We made a plan to meet on the park bench the next day at 10 a.m., and outside my hotel he shook my hand goodnight. We met on the park bench the next morning, all smiles and sheepishness. I’d folded up my bathing suit and put it in the pocket of my cargo pants; Zia smiled when I showed it to him, but then changed the topic: “Also to say about my guidance wages.”
I felt a pang in my heart and mumbled, “How much?” He said, “Normally it is $100 for the day but for you $60.”
The first time I was really disappointed. A couple of other times, I cursed myself for stupidity, since the guys were clearly younger than me by several years. The last time it happened, I was angry and told the guy so, mostly because he seemed to be almost exactly my age -- and no more than 10 pounds lighter than me.

