I was asked out to coffee by a fellow language student today. It was nice to be asked out by someone who wasn't homeless, driving, operating, or otherwise affiliated with public transportation, or on street sweeping detail. It was nicely executed and seemingly spontaneous but unmistakably about expressing interest in seeing me somewhere other than the break room. During our brief chat we talked about the challenge of getting a good picture of the moon and I mentioned I had been out over the weekend trying to do just that and he said 'you'll have to show me those pictures.' I understand now, thanks to Ashley that I should NOT bring my pictures in. He is not actually interested in my shitty amateur night time photography of leaves and bright white spots that I wish looked more like a moon and less like a headlight. But before I talked to her I was actually working out in my head whether I would print one out or just bring my camera in. I had already said in jest I would bring them in and he could pretend to be interested in them but I still actually had a genuine interest in discussing my unremarkable photography. Silly girl. Not long after that conversation, I got an e-mail from my dad with pictures of their backyard. The sun was breaking through the trees in a beautiful starburst and I recognized I come by my tree photography obsession honestly. Yes, an apple-tree reference occurs to me but I'm trying to show some restraint.
In other un-related news, my instructor showed me her bra today. Like really showed me her bra and gave me a description of the matching underwear in lieu of a showing. In the classroom. I'm close to tapping out on being incredulous when it comes to her wildly unpredictable nature but this just seems worth mentioning. I'll chalk it up to a heady combination of personality, culture, and her apparent lack of girlfriends to share that kind of stuff with. Sometimes I wonder if she's trying to see if I am gay or bi-curious or something. It's just weird. I'm thinking they have some pretty classic gender roles there and being Liz Lemon-esque (cerebral and not overtly sexual) means you probably like girls in their culture. I don't know. Guess I'll find out when I get there if it's just her or if all the women there will be strangely inappropriate. Should be fun for all.
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Showing you her bra eh? That is a head-scratcher.
She is interesting...
Everything is a head scratcher with her. I've definitely got some Stockholm Syndrome going on. She's mean to me, then she wants to talk about boys, then she crosses way over the boundary line with underwear, then she goes back to yelling at me. I'm sure they make something for that but it's already too late for me. We switch instructors at some point so I figure better now than later.
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