"Fruit Salad"

I think I just got an invitation to a threesome.

Standing in front of the fruits section in the supermarket across the street from the hotel, I noticed this guy checking me out. At first I wasn't sure that was the case, and I never want to think too highly of myself in this regard. But he walked back and forth past me a few times, deliberately brushing against me, until I looked at him. He smiled and started talking.

He's tall, buff, and quite handsome. If it weren't for the week-old ashtray his breath smelled of, he would've been what I consider very attractive. Quicker than I could've imagined, it went from "Is this your first time in Paris" to "My friend and I would like to invite you to our place". At first it just seemed harmlessly friendly. He did mention that his friend was a girl. But before I knew it, he asked "Do you like men or women?"

"What?"

And he repeated his question in the exact same words.

"What do you mean?" I was hoping his bad English would justify for the inappropriate interrogation. "Sexually, do you prefer men or women?" He made himself clear.

I was in disbelief, and still in front of the fruits section, with children and old ladies around me. Not wanting to lead him on with any kind of an answer, I said, "I'm going to buy some fruits now."

"You prefer fruits?"

"Yes, I prefer fruits," the moment those words came out of my mouth I was kicking myself. I did NOT just say that.

He left me his number, said he wanted to take me out, to the opera perhaps. (He claims he sings in the opera, but I can't imagine chimneys singing vocals.) He even offered me a place to stay (his).

"Tomorrow, I will make you fruit salad."