No money, no honey.

True words spoken by Abdul, our local Bangladeshi cabbie who was spinning lines of advice like Jay Z. He was mortified that I was not married, and seemed unable to wrap his brain around the fact that I should be getting laid (he chose a different word actually) constantly by some "beautiful, sexy, Arab, Kuwaiti 19 year olds." Apparently I was unaware that this rap video style life existed here in Kuwait. I was under the impression that it was much more austere culture, and when I expressed doubt about easy access to this free-wheeling sex scene, and concern for my personal safety at the hands of said 19 year old's father or brother, he simply said, "No problem!" Ah, well there you go. No problem. I was then informed that for only "10,000 or maybe 5,000 KD (Kuwaiti Dinar, about $40K-$20K US) I could get a girl and I could have many wives. Doing some quick math calculations in my head, I quickly informed Abdul that even one "girl" would be out of my budget, and that under the current circumstances I was bound to die a poor lonely hermit. "But no!" he says, "you want to get the girl, to get the wives. It is good. It is like seeing good foods that you want to eat, so you you go get the foods. You don't want the chicken, chicken, chicken everyday. Some days you want the beef, of the Lebanese, or the American... You need different girls." At this point my cab mates are seriously confused. "Are we talking about food or girls?" they ask Abdul. I have to interject on his behalf at this point since, oddly enough, I am following his high speed ramblings. "Girls," I say "you know like you get bored eating the same thing everyday, so you want to eat different things. He says why [have] one wife when you can have many." "Yes!!" Abdul interjects excitedly. "Chicken, beef, Lebanese!" I shudder as I get a mental picture of an angry father coming after me. "I don't think so Abdul," I say. "I think we need to shoot for someone a little older." He looks at me, furious and bewildered at the same time. "No. Why? Life is short. It is only money and you should enjoy. No chicken, chicken chicken..." I look up to see our building appear a couple blocks away. "Hey! Look, there's our building now. Just pull over right there and we can get out. We're all good Abdul. And, as you said, no money, no honey."