Sean, the Israeli Con-Artist

In preparation of writing an arrangement of "Come, Come Ye Saints" (for an Osmond, mind you), I stopped by the University Mall in Provo to kill some time. As I was walking around, I remembered that I wanted to buy a piano keyboard. I headed over to Radioshack, and in the process I heard, "Excuse me, sir. Can I ask you a question?"

I turned to my left and there stood a thing of beauty. A tall, lean Israeli. I didn't walk away just because I wanted to look at him more. He introduced himself as Sean, and he then proceeded to con me into buying quite the hefty price load of Dead Sea Salt Facial Peels, Dead Sea Body Butter and Dead Sea Cleansing Salts.

We did, however, flirt por mucho tiempo. It consisted of a lot of eye contact, "hair flips", arm grazing and strange comments. It was a lot of fun.

Supposedly, I'm supposed to go back. He probably just wants to sell me more salts...or maybe something else.