Do I look worried? No, I’m not worried. I’m not worried at all that my sister is being stalked by some bouncer she met at a random bar in Sydney. She has the gift of the gab and decided to play Chatty Cathy as she handed him her ID. Then she took the friendly conversation one step further and handed him a chocolate bar from her purse. Apparently, he never learned not to accept candy from strangers.
After we sprung for the next watering hole, this bouncer proceeded to send text messages to our temporary cell phone for the remainder of the night, and called her later to offer her a ride to the airport whenever she had to fly out. Okay, okay, I know it was probably just a harmless crush, but my protective big sister side came out in full force when I shut off the phone and dragged her back to the hostel. I think we’ve had enough fun for one night. Or, at least, she has—ha!