It’s only been a few days. We talk, casually. laugh sometimes, many times actually. It is laughter of uneasiness, lost in transition, unsure of what it is exactly we want from one another; -is he being nice to me? is she into me?…
…wait, what? I didn’t quite get what you said right now ( but i am sure it is funny)… ha.ha.ha… Although, could you say that again, one more time. Ah. okay. It was funny after all…hahaha;-
Miss-communication, different dialects, different backgrounds, a world of accents.
Accents! This is what we are surrounded by. what we have to work with. The attraction, the international-ness, the big hit; European, Asian, African, English, Scottish, Australian, North and South American accents. Each one with their own. Same words, only pronounced differently, said differently, heard differently, interpreted differently.
I think i like his accent actually, (considering that right now am trying to write this here in his accent- i will get the hang of this soon enough. accents in my writing), although he must think i’ve got a weird accent (when every one else agrees its normal). He repeats most of what i say to him, just so he is sure I haven’t (or maybe have) said what he’s just heard.
Today i mentioned that some one was late…he heard Laid.
(Speak English. he then said, with great charm- or it is his accent which leads me to think that he speaks charmingly?)
Earlier on i had asked him to be good to me, because i was wearing my super ‘good girl’ smile….he heard me asking him to be into me.
Maybe it is this miscommunication that i am liking. Maybe it is that i need a friend, some one who can ‘get’ me without actually ‘getting’ what am going on about.
Whatever it is. I know he has caught my notice. I think i like him…I asked him if we could be friends, last saturday. he thought we already were. We then decided to be Acquittances. Something I lived out well with Serugo.
Although, i don’t think he fits in with the Serugo profile. So we can’t be acquittances. He can’t be Serugo, it is practically impossible. He doesn’t fit in with that.
So I will ask again. This saturday. Just before we go off to be ‘student and instructor’ in the park. Or maybe after. But this saturday. “Can we be friends?”
PS. I know we already are friends- or rather we are headed in that direction. Still, the question brings my intentions in the clear.
I just like to be clear with these things, like with everything else.