True story:
Lada (Orel) being a squadie of mine sends me an email about a (girl) friend of his comming over to live in Antwerp, Belgium. He asks me if I want to play the tour guide, and show her around Brussels.
Being single at the time, I jump on the occasion, get in touch with her... we decide to meet in the main station downtown, where I'd pick her up & show her the town. (read: get her pissed and take advantage of the moment

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Waiting at the station, at one point, this girl, dressed from head to toe in pink comes towards me jumping around on one foot. (mhhh...oooookaaaaaaayyy... I think)
We sit down, have a coffee... and chat a little. Turns out she's an ex-nun. At this point I tell myself "Alain, you're an open minded guy... lets see how this day turns out".
No matter how open minded I thought I was, the only thing she was interested in visiting were churches and cathedrals (NOT my best subject)... I get along with the program and try to remember were those are... get into the 1st known church we find... I shut up (know nothing on the subject)... and appreciate the silence. That is, untill she starts singing (beautifull voice, mind you... just not my favourite kind of music).
The rest of the day was a blur of voices in my head going "fe* fe* fe*!!!!" and hoping no-one I knew saw me enter a church.
Edited for f***ing E letter not werking properly on my keyboard!