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How Many Kisses

I was walking to the train station in some small town near Agra, in India, when a guy approached me with the usual “Hello, what is your good name, where do you come from, where are you going, what do you do, etc, etc, etc.” routine. I answer everything and he goes on:

“You very pretty lady.”
“And me?”
“What about you?”
“Me not pretty too?”

I take a good look at him:

“You’re OK.”
“Are you married?”

I put my hands in my pockets to hide the missing ring:

“How many kiss?”
“You and your husband, how many kisses?”

After over two weeks of Indian guys and their personal questions and even requests, wondering where the hell this was going, I snap:

“What do you mean, that’s not something to ask a lady!”

He looks puzzled, I continue:

“This is very rude, what kind of question is that? Where are you going with this?”
“Oh, so sorry, sorry madam, sorry!”

He walks away.

A month later, back in London, I tell this story to a friend, who asks, just as puzzled as the guy: “Didn’t he maybe ask you how many KIDS you and your ‘husband’ had?”