Oh yes I am, Omar Sharif said so, and you wouldn't argue with that international playboy would you?  Told me I was beautiful, kissed my hand (twice!) and asked if he could take me for coffee.  Thanking him for his compliment and kind offer, I explained that my husband (John, big and muscly, didn't I mention him before?) really wouldn't like it.  In real life Omar looks less like an Egyptian film star and more like a skinny little Somali guy with the mankiest teeth you ever saw, otherwise I'd've dropped John like a shot.  Next time I go taking photos in a dodgy area I'm gonna take a wedding ring with me.