Carny magic?

I went to a workshop a couple of weeks ago and one of the things talked about was the law of attraction. I know we were talking about positive energy vs. negative energy, but I do wonder about certain situations. Such as the lrani-Cochabambino fellow who insists that my destiny is to be his second wife (as in, in addition to the first one). *sigh* He owns a restaurant in town and pretty much asked me to marry him after the first time I visited the delightful Middle-Eastern locale. I may have done something to make him think that his advances were welcome, such as smiling or laughing at this early query (as well as asking what his wife would think). Over the course of the last two+ years, I've hired the husband-and-wife team to cater a few events for my organization because the food is quite fabulous and so NOT Bolivian, which is a happy change every blue moon. I have had the opportunity to hear his fascinating story about how he ended up in Cochabamba (of all places). I do think he is an attractive, charismatic, middle-aged man - but I am not about to run off with him. When he started asking me out on dates, I politely told him it was an inappropriate request (in my culture) and I stopped going to his restaurant, thinking that would be the end of it. Today I happened upon him in the market, and I quickly whispered to my friend Grace that she had to make up an excuse for us to leave if he said anything untoward. After greeting each other and exchanging mundane pleasantries, he asked me how my parents were doing. (A reasonable question.) Then he asked when my parents were going to visit because he wanted to talk to them. (Could have been hinting at the whole marriage thing.) After that, he said he would just have to go to the States to talk to them in person about me. (More obvious.) It was at that point that Grace pointed at her watch and stated that is was time to go. After we had walked a block or so she said he was verde (which I think roughly translates to either 'fresh' or 'dirty man') and that I was way too nice to him. I forgot to ask her how she thought I should treat him . . . anyway, this post is part of my continuing reflection about one of the messages in the workshop. What kind of energy am I putting out there? and Could it just be my Grandma Bonnie's "carny" gene being passed on to me?