Right, on my way to Gowri's house, I got hopelessly lost. I was walking around Little India for about an hour trying to figure out where her house was and which temple she meant (there were several in that particular district).
While I was doing that, a random African came up to me and started helping me out. Which was really nice. And suspicious. But I had been wandering for a while, so I was rather desperate. And this was Singapore.
Which isn't a good reason, but OH WELL.
I didn't expect him to go out trying to help me though. So I was rather touched by his single-mindedness and I kinda gave him my phonenumber. He asked though
So now, that I am saner from finding Gowri's house, I'm not sure whether I should call myself the biggest nincompoop in the entire world for giving a stranger my phonenumber or...well, maybe, just to trust this guy.
I'm in deep shit aren't I? D:
And these lyrics sum up my situation perfectly.
Could it be that I got bored and lonely
Could it be that I'm just dumb and horny
Could it be that Lady Luck has smiled herself on me