Oh no, aka Baklava for Dinner

So, last night the hotel owner offered to take me on a driving tour of the city. Today, given the onset of light rain, I decided to say yes. Even given qualms that he fancies me. It quickly became apparent that he was thinking of it as some sort of date. As soon as I said yes, he said something to the effect that the "heavens were helping him".

Uh oh.

It was a nice tour. We stopped for tea at a lovely spot near/in Efes (Epheseus) and he took me to a baklava cafe on the way back. I had to try *all* the baklavas, which was about six. I don't think I will be able to eat anything for hours. And now I have a sugar high...

Then on the drive back, he offered to take me to a lookout spot that has a lovely view of the city. I would love to go. However, seeing as how he described it as a romantic view of the city at night, I declined.

He's lovely to chat to, but I am not at all interested. Especially since my daydreams are revolving around the night clerk...

What kind of mess have I gotten myself in to???

Now, time to sneak of to watch the European Football Championship match.

Hopefully alone!