Love in Doha

The Arab driver doesn't say much on the highway, clearly saving his thoughts for the soft desert sand.

I ask him, 'is this a good place to bring women?' He replies quickly: 'its the best place'.

While Doha is a weird, surreal urban beast that exploded out of the sand just a few decades ago - the dunes and desert are where the men go to....be men. They gun their SUV engines and race along the soft sands, and it feels like bouncing on the ocean but with AC and despacito booming out of the speakers.

'You have to ask her out for coffee first. Then you talk about the desert. Have you been? It's special, but I can't describe it to you.... I could show you? Then you tell her she can bring her friends, make her feel like you're a good guy, you want her to be comfortable. But of course she will come alone.'

He floors the pedal and steers wildly for a moment, sending the car careening down a slope dangerously.

'Once you drive like this, she's yours.'

Going up an especially steep slope, he positions the car to slide downhill, but backwards. It's a little frightening. 'Now, you brake halfway and stare at her.' He brakes and stares at me intensely with his liquid brown Arab eyes, and I feel like I'm definitely falling for this handsome ruffian with a 5 o'clock shadow.

'Then you tell her, baby, don't worry, you're safe with me.'