Today I found a space on the train next to a group of guys wearing prep jackets and sporting what I refer to simply as androgynous Asian rockstar hair.One was beatboxing while another did the robot. I tried not to look at them, as I got the feeling they were doing so for my benefit and I didn't want to encourage them. But they began giggling and looking at me, so I knew the approach was imminent. One came up and addressed me in Chinese.
Me: Ting bu dong. (I don't understand)
Him: Oh. You don't speak Chinese?
Me: No.
Him: Oh. Where are you from?
Me: America.
Him: Oh.
He turns back to his friends and they discuss amongst themselves.
Him: Your eyes are so beautiful.
Me: Oh. Thank you.
Him: How old are you?
Me: 22.
He laughs maniacally.
Me: What?
Him: You look so young!
Me: How old are you?
Him: 17.
Me: Oh, I'm way too old for you.
Him: I like your smile.
The conversation died shortly thereafter.
Maybe I should go back to the U.S. and troll for prom dates.
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Actually, Sadie Hawkins is just right around the corner.
love ezra
Leslie and the Boy Toys. It has the making of a great group. Or Book. Or play!
Word verification: scorood (sounds like screwed if you have trouble with the "r" sound, I think)
Look up An Cafe. Visual Kei is a terrifying movement.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Visual_Kei
Oh man, if I were a young Asian man I would be all in that biznaz!
Thanks for the tip off, Lil.
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