You got me wondering why I like it rough
今日私は日本語の先生とダウンタンであった。そして、わたしたちは先生の家に車でいった。
Uggh, Japanese is taking too much effort. Anyways, I met my Japanese teacher downtown and she said that if I had time (which I so did) I could come to her house and have Udon because Japanese Boy was going to be there in a few minutes anyways. I agreed. What else was I to do anyways?
Her husband ended up being there as well so I was introduced and we all had a good chat over Udon nuddles. I showed them my pictures. Well, I actually really just showed Japanese Boy my pictures. My teacher was busy making the nuddles and her husband was just around. A
We had a good conversation over the pictures though, Japanese Boy and I, I mean.
And then we had the nuddles and then I said I had to go and they offered to drive me home.
Now while I was leaving Japanese Boy was asking if I had a good time because he had fun and we somehow got talking about Indian food and how he's never had any, I said I knew a good resteraunt in the area and... and...
And then my teacher's husband walked in saying that he was finished whatever he was doing and we could go.
If I wasn't an incredibly polite person I would have strangled the man.
When I got out of the car at my house he said we should talk again soon. I flashed him my most enchanting smile (I hope it was enchanting and not just plain gay), agreed to his statement and walked with head held high to my front door.
He's a fun kid to hang out with. Even though I probably shouldn't say kid because he's a solid 22 years of age. I just checked that one on Facebook. I was hoping thought he was only 20. He's here in Canada studying for his TOEFL (Test Of English as a Foreign Language) and then he's going back to Japan.
Which reminds me he offered to help me around Japan a bit if I get accepted into Suzuka this spring. It's in the same region as his university which he's going back to.
Oh well, we'll talk I'm sure. I mean, I could help him with his English, right?
Although I always perfer to help the boys out there with their French(ing) skills ;).
I know. That was a lame joke.
Uggh, Japanese is taking too much effort. Anyways, I met my Japanese teacher downtown and she said that if I had time (which I so did) I could come to her house and have Udon because Japanese Boy was going to be there in a few minutes anyways. I agreed. What else was I to do anyways?
Her husband ended up being there as well so I was introduced and we all had a good chat over Udon nuddles. I showed them my pictures. Well, I actually really just showed Japanese Boy my pictures. My teacher was busy making the nuddles and her husband was just around. A
We had a good conversation over the pictures though, Japanese Boy and I, I mean.
And then we had the nuddles and then I said I had to go and they offered to drive me home.
Now while I was leaving Japanese Boy was asking if I had a good time because he had fun and we somehow got talking about Indian food and how he's never had any, I said I knew a good resteraunt in the area and... and...
And then my teacher's husband walked in saying that he was finished whatever he was doing and we could go.
If I wasn't an incredibly polite person I would have strangled the man.
When I got out of the car at my house he said we should talk again soon. I flashed him my most enchanting smile (I hope it was enchanting and not just plain gay), agreed to his statement and walked with head held high to my front door.
He's a fun kid to hang out with. Even though I probably shouldn't say kid because he's a solid 22 years of age. I just checked that one on Facebook. I was hoping thought he was only 20. He's here in Canada studying for his TOEFL (Test Of English as a Foreign Language) and then he's going back to Japan.
Which reminds me he offered to help me around Japan a bit if I get accepted into Suzuka this spring. It's in the same region as his university which he's going back to.
Oh well, we'll talk I'm sure. I mean, I could help him with his English, right?
Although I always perfer to help the boys out there with their French(ing) skills ;).
I know. That was a lame joke.