Nikki is as Red as a Rose.

Last night, after a much needed massage, Nikki and I decided to treat ourselves to a delicious Italian meal at the restaurant down the street. While I am loving Thai food, my body is craving cheese and pasta. We devoured our bruschetta and awaited our entrees. Listening in on the conversations behind us we concluded that the language we were hearing was French.

Our food quickly arrived and I had an emotional break down over my pasta that was covered in gorgonzola cheese! Tears of joy were forming...a smile extending across my face, this was true bliss! (sigh)...Sorry, I'm having flashbacks...anyways, we finished, paid, and we were about to leave when Mr. French man came gliding over. Placing a red rose at Nikki's side Mr. French man said, "I just simply couldn't resist." A chuckled and slightly awkward "Thank you" was replied as Nikki's face turned a brilliant shade of red. Upon request, we stood up and left...Nikki still embarrassed. We crossed the street, arm in arm, giggling like school girls.

We spent the rest of the night laughing at how immature we acted and I decided our leaving was foolish (It had been apparent that Mr. French man knew the chef)..I wanted free chocolate mousse!

As women living in the states (especially large cities) we have become accustomed to being hit on, approached, cat-called etc. Such compliments become both truly flattering and embarrassing after two months of the silent Thai admiration.

While we did not receive the free dessert I longed for, we did have some good laughs and now have a beautiful rose to bring some color into our dim guest house.