We had one waiting on customers in our local Rite Aid convenience store. An Irish-German face, with Lennon glasses, and a long burka and head scarf practically down to the floor. About a year later, apparently the romance was over, because I saw her in her native garb -- a dirty sweatshirt and grubby jeans with bed-head hair.
“...I saw her in her native garb — a dirty sweatshirt and grubby jeans with bed-head hair.”
I worked with a rather unfortunate-looking young woman back in the early 70s, but she made up for it with an almost charming aggressive nature. She fell in love with, and became impregnated by, a Syrian guy named “Mohammed” who treated her like dirt. But she was totally infatuated with “his beautiful big brown eyes” and turned a deaf ear to her friends when they commented on how she was being abused.
Of course, once she had the baby, he disappeared. This was her first up close and personal experience with the status of women, especially infidel women, who become involved with Muslim men. I learned a lot, too.
And I didn’t even have to sleep with “Mo” to gain valuable insight...