one more thing...
so i met my zambian husband. he was my raft guide. his name was babyface. he was 26. he loved me. unfortunately, he was kind of awkward--he was so flustered by my breathtaking beauty that he didnt know how to act around me. i didnt help the situation because i (a) love to flirt and (b) love to flirt shamelessly when i have alcohol in my system. but i wasnt attracted to him at all--convenient, huh? i finally meet someone who's legitimately interested in me, and im not interested at all in him. but he was cute--he kept asking my friends what he could do to make me like him. he gave them his boss's email address. i broke his heart. i feel bad, but kinda good, too. its all in a day's work, i suppose. thats all.