It is, I would say, oozing from my pores. So it's 4:00am here in Dubai and it's the tail end of champagne and dancing. So it's always a little exciting to be hit on; it doesn't happen every day and it's damn flattering when it does. What's interesting is that the guy who is hitting on me is 15 years my senior (literally fifteen years) and has not only chatted me up on multiple occasions, but he is actually staying with my uncle, aunt and I, making for interesting "alone" time. And god can he dance. He can move his hips like no man I've ever seen (or felt) for that matter. He insisted on teaching me the tango, hip to hip. He's only a little taller than I am so his leg was jammed firmly in between mine on every lead.

I should take this opportunity to voice the fact that I do not know ballroom dancing. I kinda have an idea of how the cha-cha goes now and a sense of how the tango and the salsa work now and god it's so much fun. I don't know if it's the champagne making things fun or the man making them fun or the dancing making things fun, but I am definitely going to be insisting that *my man* seriously learn how to pull out the stops and really dance. Liquid hips and cat steps dance...

As to what I'm going to do to spurn the advances, I don't know yet...I won't lie...He is one sexy beast and I wannnnnnnnt one. Growrrrrrr