Just when you think you've grown up a bit

Here's a little anecdote.

So it's Diwali, and we're hosting a party on our rooftop. I'm enjoying the fireworks and my rum when someone comes up to me and says, "Hi. My friend thinks you're cute. But he's really shy." His friend is one of the servers who works at the Tibetan coffee shop First Cup where I have breakfast every morning. Until now, I thought it was just for the sake of asthetics that my cappuchino was served with a heart drawn in the foam of the steamed milk every morning.

"He's really shy huh? Doesn't like talking to girls?" I reply, thinking this is too close to middle school for comfort, and need to find an escape pretty soon.

"Well, it's not really that he's shy. He just doesn't speak any English."

Yeah...I see this really going somewhere.