Confusing, moment with the Eastway lady.
There's a bit of a communication problem with the Eastway lady, so I might have gotten things wrong. While I was dressing, she asked me if I was married.
"No, divorced."
A few seconds later, she asked if I liked Chinese ladies.
"Yes, them too."
Then I had a hard time understanding what she was trying to say next, but I think she wanted to set me up with her sister. Not for similar services, but as a prospective wife, and probably (most likely) as a path to a green card.
"She could write letter."
"No, no thank you. But thanks for the nice massage. Got to go."
Hey, what's a day without a little weirdness?