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Once again, this is a continuation of the last post. So ya might want to read that first.
Soooo... as I was saying, I have this terrible habit of using my hands a lot when I speak in Spanish. My friends here say that I do it all the time. I think I just do it when I'm not sure if the other person will understand me. Anywho, Shannon moving hands + glasses of soda on table = disaster!! eek! I spilled diet coke everywhere! Luckily none got on him- he has quick reflexes. Maybe because he plays tennis. Did I mention that he plays tennis? He does. He did from 12-2 today. Not that I was thinking about that today. Anyways... so the table was soaking wet. But it dried eventually!! :o)
Eventually Connie and Pablo came. The guys talked and I talked with the crazy German. Conny whispered something like "how's it going?" and I was like "great, except that I threw my soda at him!" She found this hysterical. Eventually, I don't remember exactly how, Connie and Pablo left and sat at a table at the complete opposite end of the restaurant. I guess I should have invited them to sit with us? I thought that would have been obvious since there were 2 chairs next to us. Oh well, no pasa nada :o)
So we talked for a while more. Eventually Connie and Pablo left. And we talked some more. I think we left around 1:45. He walked me home. I was like "you really don't have to- it's so far!" far from his house. But he was like, "No, I will take the bus. And I have the umbrella." It wasn't raining at the moment, but it had been off and on all night. So we walked home. He was walking so fast. What's wrong with him?! Eventually we got blocked by a slow old couple. Yay! Then we got to my flat. And we talked for a few minutes. He said something about meeting again, and that maybe Jon and Javi could come next time. I thought he said "your Mom," which would have been an equally stupid thing to say. He also said something about haanging out after exams. He's super stressed about exams, and they're like 3 weeks away! grr. So then he went away. No kissy-thing, let alone anything substantial.
*sigh* he's SUCH a dork! Thinking about some things, I don't know why I still like him. There's really no interesting chemistry.
It's funny that my umbrella broke, my hair looked like crap, I didn't understand that they were getting cokes, and then I had to borrow money for my coke, which I practically threw at the boy, yet I still walked away from it all feeling like he was the akward, nervous, dorky one. And he really was!! It got worse as the night went on. I think he wasn't as nervous at first because his friend was there. But then his friend left, and then we started speaking in English. I have noticed that Spanish people are much more embarassed of their English than we (ERASMUS) are of our Spanish, even if their English is quite good! Fran never once used a wrong verb tense and he has a pretty good vocabulary. We were able to talk about complex things, like US's foreign policy and which song is best on the La Oreja de Van Gogh CD. :o) But the two times that he forgot a word, he really got hung up on it. When I forget a word in Spanish, I just try to explain it, or say the English word, which is often pretty close. But Fran, Javi, and Pablo (the only Spanish people with whom I've spent a decent amount of time speaking in English, all just freak out! Fran was seemed kind of nervous and uncomfortable. He was always either playing with his glass or rubbing his hands between his knees. He looked like a 3 year old who had to go to the bathroom. Not very attractice. I wanted to grab his hands and be like "Relax! You're making me nervous," but that would probably have only made him more self-conscious. He also kept looking at the table or out the window. This was frustrating because I was really trying to make eye contact. Blah.
So yea. I don't think anything will ever really happen with us. And I blame him. If he would just be confident and brave, I would totally go for it.
I always seem to let the guy determine how things go. There are tons of guys who I would be way closer to by that point. But Fran's problem is that he's like me: akward, dorky, prude and shy. He's probably never had a girlfriend. He's probably a terrible kisser.
But I still enjoy myself when I'm with him. And I still like him. And I don't end up feeling like a ho. So I think everything's okay. I think.
Things kind of just ended with "okay, see you Monday or Tuesday." We have class together on Tuesday. Luckily, we still have one more Marketing group project before the end of the semester. Considering the semester ends in 20 days, we should probably get started on that.
Hmm... this post is kind of adding sadly. I should list all of the fun & cute things we talked about... actually, I'm tired.
Oh, and today! Today I woke up to a text message from Mary asking if I still wanted to go to the movies. I saw that I also had a text message from Conny from the night before. It said something like "Hey, hope you're having a great time! I don't want to see you home before 3. Love ya, Connie." At first I misinterpreted this to mean "I'm fucking Pablo right on the otherside of your wall, but we'll be done by 3," but now I realize that she was saying she wanted me to stay out late with Fran. Heehee. Poor Connie, she thinks we're really good friends. We do talk a lot and have a lot of fun being silly together. If she would just stop being such a terrible person, things would be great! I feel like shit for talking bad about her so much and then having fun with her and making her think I'm her best friend.
MMk, I'm tired. Buenas. Vale, Venga, Agur!
Soooo... as I was saying, I have this terrible habit of using my hands a lot when I speak in Spanish. My friends here say that I do it all the time. I think I just do it when I'm not sure if the other person will understand me. Anywho, Shannon moving hands + glasses of soda on table = disaster!! eek! I spilled diet coke everywhere! Luckily none got on him- he has quick reflexes. Maybe because he plays tennis. Did I mention that he plays tennis? He does. He did from 12-2 today. Not that I was thinking about that today. Anyways... so the table was soaking wet. But it dried eventually!! :o)
Eventually Connie and Pablo came. The guys talked and I talked with the crazy German. Conny whispered something like "how's it going?" and I was like "great, except that I threw my soda at him!" She found this hysterical. Eventually, I don't remember exactly how, Connie and Pablo left and sat at a table at the complete opposite end of the restaurant. I guess I should have invited them to sit with us? I thought that would have been obvious since there were 2 chairs next to us. Oh well, no pasa nada :o)
So we talked for a while more. Eventually Connie and Pablo left. And we talked some more. I think we left around 1:45. He walked me home. I was like "you really don't have to- it's so far!" far from his house. But he was like, "No, I will take the bus. And I have the umbrella." It wasn't raining at the moment, but it had been off and on all night. So we walked home. He was walking so fast. What's wrong with him?! Eventually we got blocked by a slow old couple. Yay! Then we got to my flat. And we talked for a few minutes. He said something about meeting again, and that maybe Jon and Javi could come next time. I thought he said "your Mom," which would have been an equally stupid thing to say. He also said something about haanging out after exams. He's super stressed about exams, and they're like 3 weeks away! grr. So then he went away. No kissy-thing, let alone anything substantial.
*sigh* he's SUCH a dork! Thinking about some things, I don't know why I still like him. There's really no interesting chemistry.
It's funny that my umbrella broke, my hair looked like crap, I didn't understand that they were getting cokes, and then I had to borrow money for my coke, which I practically threw at the boy, yet I still walked away from it all feeling like he was the akward, nervous, dorky one. And he really was!! It got worse as the night went on. I think he wasn't as nervous at first because his friend was there. But then his friend left, and then we started speaking in English. I have noticed that Spanish people are much more embarassed of their English than we (ERASMUS) are of our Spanish, even if their English is quite good! Fran never once used a wrong verb tense and he has a pretty good vocabulary. We were able to talk about complex things, like US's foreign policy and which song is best on the La Oreja de Van Gogh CD. :o) But the two times that he forgot a word, he really got hung up on it. When I forget a word in Spanish, I just try to explain it, or say the English word, which is often pretty close. But Fran, Javi, and Pablo (the only Spanish people with whom I've spent a decent amount of time speaking in English, all just freak out! Fran was seemed kind of nervous and uncomfortable. He was always either playing with his glass or rubbing his hands between his knees. He looked like a 3 year old who had to go to the bathroom. Not very attractice. I wanted to grab his hands and be like "Relax! You're making me nervous," but that would probably have only made him more self-conscious. He also kept looking at the table or out the window. This was frustrating because I was really trying to make eye contact. Blah.
So yea. I don't think anything will ever really happen with us. And I blame him. If he would just be confident and brave, I would totally go for it.
I always seem to let the guy determine how things go. There are tons of guys who I would be way closer to by that point. But Fran's problem is that he's like me: akward, dorky, prude and shy. He's probably never had a girlfriend. He's probably a terrible kisser.
But I still enjoy myself when I'm with him. And I still like him. And I don't end up feeling like a ho. So I think everything's okay. I think.
Things kind of just ended with "okay, see you Monday or Tuesday." We have class together on Tuesday. Luckily, we still have one more Marketing group project before the end of the semester. Considering the semester ends in 20 days, we should probably get started on that.
Hmm... this post is kind of adding sadly. I should list all of the fun & cute things we talked about... actually, I'm tired.
Oh, and today! Today I woke up to a text message from Mary asking if I still wanted to go to the movies. I saw that I also had a text message from Conny from the night before. It said something like "Hey, hope you're having a great time! I don't want to see you home before 3. Love ya, Connie." At first I misinterpreted this to mean "I'm fucking Pablo right on the otherside of your wall, but we'll be done by 3," but now I realize that she was saying she wanted me to stay out late with Fran. Heehee. Poor Connie, she thinks we're really good friends. We do talk a lot and have a lot of fun being silly together. If she would just stop being such a terrible person, things would be great! I feel like shit for talking bad about her so much and then having fun with her and making her think I'm her best friend.
MMk, I'm tired. Buenas. Vale, Venga, Agur!