"And This Must Be Your...Mistress"

This post has been a lone time in gestation (because they're so many videos), but it had to be shared.

About a week ago Luke, Alex, and myself stood awkwardly outside an apartment complex waiting for our gracious host, Erkan, to come home from work..

He came putting by on his moped with a small Turkish girl clinging in a precarious death grip to the back, defying all laws physics. But it wasn't totally unexpected-- he had told us the day before that he had a wife.

Except this was not his wife. This was Alia, whom our host had known for only about a year. But after a hurried introduction, they rushed up the the apartment and into the kitchen to make us a meal, so we didn't ask questions.

That doesn't mean it wasn't really awkward:



Erkan and Alia prepared the meal. They giggled and frolicked, touching each other like love-struck young teenagers. For innocent bystanders such as ourselves, the sexual tension was unbearable.

Then the electricity was cut to the whole neighborhood. The room was thrown into darkness, and Erkan and Alia looked at each other with giggled excitement. It was incredibly romantic.

Except that two feet away, three twenty-two year old dudes looked on in horror.



Erkan's cooking was excellent as usual. He made us a deal: if we would clean up, he and Alia would make Turkish coffee.

The next few moments were disorienting, because tensions reaching a climax, Erkan and Alia literally ran out of the room.

And left the coffee maker behind.