Conversation about love in Dubai with a taxi driver from Bangladesh

The Single Inquisition Continues.........

“Where are you going?” said the taxi driver.

“To Dubai Men’s College” I said.

“Dubai Men’s College? What?”

“Yes.”

“Are you teacher?”

“Yes, I teach English there.”

“Oh…these boys will be happy…ha ha….very happy to have a beautiful, young teacher.”

“Ummm….thanks.”

“Ha, ha, so happy they will be. It’s not like when they are little and don’t care; now they are older, and it’s different.”

(ok…can we stop talking about this…it’s my first day with them)

“Are you married?”

“No, I’m single”

“Single, why? Did no one ask you?”

(oh God..really…am I having this conversation)

“I don’t know….just because.”

“Oh…”

“How do you like Dubai?”

“I like it. The people are very nice so far.”

“It’s fake. All fake.”

“What do you mean?”

“Everyone is nice, but it’s fake and they come and go. Everyone is here and they don’t know when they will leave. This is why love is fake here. Real love is different. It lasts.”

“Hmm.”

“20 dirham”

“Bye. Thanks.”