Swine-flu free

I think by now I must be the only Melbournian without swine flu. My period of observation by the Center for Disease Control is now over. Now when I cough on the metro I won’t feel so guilty.

I’ve come to enjoy my morning chats with G.L. from the disease centre. I’d joke around that I still hadn’t died from swine flu, and we’d make a little chit-chat, and she’d wish me well until tomorrow. In my parting chat with G.L. she asked if I was staying in China for a while, and I got her phone number and mobile number. Either I am so charismatic that I can charm somebody with one minute of flirting a day, or just the opposite, I’ve convinced her I’m teeming with other pathogens. Kind of makes asking someone on a date a risky proposition when their interest in you may be epidemiological and not romantic.