“I worked in a restaurant frequented by seamen. I was the one my colleagues always pushed to speak to the foreigners because I knew English. One time, my friend and I were dining and we heard a group of British seamen coming in, so we rushed to finish our food to avoid them, only to find out that, as we opened the door to leave, the group was already seated in the room next door. As we passed, we heard the men tease me to him. The next day, we were both blushing. We’ve been married now for 23 years.”

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