I probably should've posted this a while back, but better late than never.
Back in Rio on one of the nights I went Salsa dancing, I danced with a local gal who was nice and patient with me. She spoke some English and so we chatted for a bit after the dance. She said there was a nice BBQ restaurant near where I was staying, so the plan was to meet there for lunch on Sunday.
I gave her my card with my contact info so she could send me an e-mail and we could make arrangements. I never heard from her.
I found out later that she had actually used my card. She had gone home and read a bit of my blog. Specifically, she read my post entitled My Drug Habit. Apparently, she decided that she didn't want to associate with someone who did drugs. I almost started crying when I heard this, as I was laughing so hard.
Little did I know that a witty post would cost me a good BBQ lunch. That'll teach me to be funny.