the waiters and hotel staff smiled as i walked by.
girls from around the world stopped on their tracks and said "hello".
the man from puerto rico kept asking for one more dance.
the englishman shuffled coyly in front of me looking at the floor.
the arabic delegations sat next to the dancefloor and watched as i danced.
the gay man who has sat next to me for the last 2 years walked straight up, and immediately said, in passing, he was feeling horny.
before i left the room, the romanian demanded i decide if i go with him to the pacific or not. make up your mind, i'm not waiting around...
the man from zambia told me that he loved me, in spanish, under the moon. he asked if i understood. i said i did.
tequila, rum, pisco...the latin party was on, and everybody was happy.
and the next morning, as people discussed the latest human rights concerns, i walked by to catch stolen looks full of questions and desire.
oh. impressive.
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