linguist in a sauna

I want to become a linguist. To that end, I've equipped myself with some textbooks on the subject and started carrying them around anywhere I go and reading them whenever I get the chance. Say, in a sauna.

Yesterday I went to this hippie sauna and hang-out place where all men are rasta and women sip biological carrot juice. You're supposed to go totally naked and covering your sensitive parts for longer periods of time is against the house rules (if you can see mine, I wanna see yours too). Otherwise the cool-down place near the bar looks pretty conventional; that is if you don't mind naked hairy individuals slurping soup at your table.

I was there with Olga, a good friend of mine, and we just got out of the sauna room and were cooling down next to the cold water bath (not quite brave enough to actually jump into it). There was a naked guy sitting next to us, reading a book. I have noticed in the corner of my eye that he didn't turn the page for quite a while and was instead listening to my and Olga's conversation. When I saw him react to the word 'linguistics' with a sudden turn of his head I knew he must be one of them language fanatics. Later on he picked up my linguistics book which I had left by the bar and we started chatting. In the changing room (he completely dressed, me totally naked) I asked him for his email adress. All the guys in the room were watching us intently, as if saying: Why on earth does HE get to get her email adress?

Tough luck, guys!