How a saree vendor asked me out...

Komal and I were on a mission today: find a black saree for me. Yes, black! Why? Well...is that even a question...First of all, I love black. Secondly, considering that i am not one of those people blessed with a dark complexion, there aren't too many bright and flashy colours that suit me, so forget orange, yellow or pink...black is what i need. That, and, well, while browsing the internet for some saree blouse designs I stumbled upon some pictures of really, really gorgious black saree's... I want one too! So, destination: commercial street. We have barely entered the first saree store, that, suddenly, out of nowhere, we are surrounded by three men. One pulls out two chairs, one (what looks like the shop owner) tells us to sit down while asking us what we are looking for and the third one starts draping out the most amazing series of sarees...bright red, dark green, deep purple, flashy pink...every single one prettier than the previous one....with beads or embroidery...and then suddenly, there he is, right in front of me, reflecting the light on its 1000 tiny little mirrors...the perfect black saree...with a hint of red...I am mesmerized. Of course, this does not go unnoticed to the shop owner. "I see you like this one madam". "Please come, you should try...here! In front of mirror". The man proceeds by skillfully wrapping me in the saree...one look in the mirror...I am sold. But what about the blouse? I am leaving tomorrow, there is no time to tailor the blouse. "No worries, madam, i will make it for you." Hmmm, ok, let me see, i know someone else who would probably think those look awesome and would not mind wearing one of those: my mom! "So, what other colours do you have?"...and there we go again, one, two, three, four, five sarees fly from above, and fall open on front of me...it rains sarees...so pretty! "Oh look at that green one". I think we have a winner for mama Denuit. (Just to make sure, i tried that one out as well, I might have to steel this one from my mom, just in case one of my friends decide to get married (hint, hint, guys!), since i can't really be wearing a black saree for a wedding, right...hmmm when WILL i wear my black one, then?).
Now, let's move on to the fun part: negotiations..."Special price for both of them?" A few moments later, we settle on a price, the shop owner calls the tailor, he takes the necessary measurements (the tailor does, not the shop owner, although I am sure the shop owner wouldn't have mind doing that himself ;) and promises that it will be ready by tonight, 9pm. Oh and guess what, the owner himself will drop of the saree at our place...
This is how, at 9:30pm at night, I get a call from the shop owner, he is downstairs, waiting with my saree. As soon as i come down, he hands me over a package and askd: "So are you done packing? When will you be back in Bangalore, and can i take you out for a drink?" Euh, well, yeah, almost done with my packing...and no, i am not coming back any time soon, and well, drink is not possible, my roommate is waiting upstairs to have dinner. "Oh, so where in the US are you from?" Euh, I am Belgian, but I work in the US. "Oh really, where about?" Hmmm, California. "Really? Where?" LA "LA? Fantastic! I'll be in LA next month, we have a saree store over there...maybe i can take you out for a drink there. Let me give you my email address...can I have yours? Do you have a cellphone in the US"...well, euh, i have your cellphone, what about i send you my email later..."Good, good, don't forget!"