Infatuation
It's official, I'm back to my awkward, ditzy, day-dreamy adolescent days..
I'm completely infatuated with my french summer course class mate! he's this tall, tanned, fit, slightly rough-around-the-edges yet intellectual-looking bespectacled English guy with adorably messy golden brown hair, and some fuzz on his forearms. I had initially dismissed him as a good-looking (oh yes, that much was undeniable), but cocky American summer student with his red crew-neck T-shirt imprinted with "NY" on the front, and his laid back slouch against his seat. A pity, I had thought. The largest french class I'd ever had at Alliance Francais, and the best looking guy there had to be an undoubtedly arrogant good-looking American jock.
Then during the course of the class, my teacher asked us to state where we were from and then we had to think about a famous/important person from our country and present a brief biography of said person. That's when I found out he was English. English!! My heart leapt with joy and hope! He was not an arrogant twat! If he were American, he would definitely be a university jock, but if he were English, he was Definitely not a university student. I can identify English students, and he didn't fit into the category.
When my turn came, I was almost faint with hunger, because I had not eaten breakfast and it was almost 12 noon by then. I spoke about Tunku Abdul Rahman, known as the "Father of Malaysia", wanting the entire episode to end as quickly as possible so I could have a croissant to blunt the edge of my hunger.
But my boy asked me a question: "Est-ce que il y a un statue de Tunku Abdul Rahman à KL"? (Is there a statue of Tunku Abdul Rahman in KL)
KL! He used the familiar acronym of the capital city of my country, Kuala Lumpur! How, why? He's been there, he knows my country! Questions and thoughts ran amok in my head as I replied: "Je ne sais pas" ( I don't know)
He went on: "J'ai travaillé à KL et je ne l'ai pas vu là" (I worked in KL and I did not see it there)
He worked in KL! He worked in KL! He worked in KL! He's expressing interest in my pointless topic , asking questions! I wanted to ask why, how, when. I forgot my hunger, but was still aware of the other students around the class, so I resisted pursuing my questions and shrugged: "Je ne sais pas"
It was another student's turn. I checked his hands. No ring!
And then it was break time. He moved quickly out of the class and my heart fell. But I was happy to catch up with my old classmates W and B and walked out with them to get coffee at our usual corner café. On the way to the café, I saw my boy leaning against a fence, texting someone (his girlfriend??) on his mobile phone.
He bought coffee after we did, and joined us on the sidewalk where we were standing around, talking. He stood next to me. I turned to him and asked when he worked in KL and how long for.
He's an architect, he was there for 5 months in a tiny 5-man firm after his studies. I scrunched up my face: was it the Petronas towers you were there for, the tallest building in the world and that? No, apparently, there's this really famous and good Malaysian architect who also lectures here and that's what he went there for (either to study with the guy or work for him, or be near him, i forget which, given that i was struggling to actually listen to his words..). He said that when he was there, the Petronas towers were only halfway built.
"But that was a long time ago!" I exclaimed.
He scrunched up his face in a pained expression: "Ouch." I was slightly flustered - I didn't mean to imply that he was old (I don't want him to think I'm too young!), although that means he's probably mid-30s. He said it must have been 1995 or so.. and we continued speaking, about Malaysia, that companies need both Chinese and Malay directors (he knows that and remembers!), about roti canai, the food, how I hate the weather and creepy crawlies (he had a cockroach story), and he was telling me there was a really good Malaysian restaurant in Westbourne Grove, did I know it? By this time, we were back in the classroom and standing apart, on the opposite sides of the room, in the midst of sitting students.
Oh how I wanted to continue the conversation, but we sat opposite each other on different sides of the room!
It's purely physical attraction at this stage I know. I barely know anything about him... but at least he's been to Malaysia, he says he loves Malaysia, loves the food (Oh!), particularly roti canai (!!). He's unmarried, which seems almost too good to be true, but surely he must have a girlfriend??
But for now, it's great to feel so alive! This instant, electrical attraction, I hope it's mutual. And that he's unemcumbered...
I mean, he's an Architect! When I was younger, I wanted to be an architect, a profession with a combination of art and science. And he is older, which is great, with really sexy crow's feet around his eyes, tanned (suggesting he's sporty), he's cosmopolitan (having travelled abroad and wanting to learn french), knowledgeable about and appreciative of my culture and background. I love his care-free, boyish, yet slightly intellectual air. And he cycles! How perfect is he to sweep me off my feet?
I need some feet-sweeping please, dear world! And let this be the boy... obviously not necessarily to marry... but I really fancy him (in a bit of a ditzy way).. but get us at least get to the get-to-know-each-other stage so we can both decide (and please let him be single..). So please, kindly give me a nice surprise for my 25th birthday present, and let some magic happen! (and also change my job/team)
xoxo
I'm completely infatuated with my french summer course class mate! he's this tall, tanned, fit, slightly rough-around-the-edges yet intellectual-looking bespectacled English guy with adorably messy golden brown hair, and some fuzz on his forearms. I had initially dismissed him as a good-looking (oh yes, that much was undeniable), but cocky American summer student with his red crew-neck T-shirt imprinted with "NY" on the front, and his laid back slouch against his seat. A pity, I had thought. The largest french class I'd ever had at Alliance Francais, and the best looking guy there had to be an undoubtedly arrogant good-looking American jock.
Then during the course of the class, my teacher asked us to state where we were from and then we had to think about a famous/important person from our country and present a brief biography of said person. That's when I found out he was English. English!! My heart leapt with joy and hope! He was not an arrogant twat! If he were American, he would definitely be a university jock, but if he were English, he was Definitely not a university student. I can identify English students, and he didn't fit into the category.
When my turn came, I was almost faint with hunger, because I had not eaten breakfast and it was almost 12 noon by then. I spoke about Tunku Abdul Rahman, known as the "Father of Malaysia", wanting the entire episode to end as quickly as possible so I could have a croissant to blunt the edge of my hunger.
But my boy asked me a question: "Est-ce que il y a un statue de Tunku Abdul Rahman à KL"? (Is there a statue of Tunku Abdul Rahman in KL)
KL! He used the familiar acronym of the capital city of my country, Kuala Lumpur! How, why? He's been there, he knows my country! Questions and thoughts ran amok in my head as I replied: "Je ne sais pas" ( I don't know)
He went on: "J'ai travaillé à KL et je ne l'ai pas vu là" (I worked in KL and I did not see it there)
He worked in KL! He worked in KL! He worked in KL! He's expressing interest in my pointless topic , asking questions! I wanted to ask why, how, when. I forgot my hunger, but was still aware of the other students around the class, so I resisted pursuing my questions and shrugged: "Je ne sais pas"
It was another student's turn. I checked his hands. No ring!
And then it was break time. He moved quickly out of the class and my heart fell. But I was happy to catch up with my old classmates W and B and walked out with them to get coffee at our usual corner café. On the way to the café, I saw my boy leaning against a fence, texting someone (his girlfriend??) on his mobile phone.
He bought coffee after we did, and joined us on the sidewalk where we were standing around, talking. He stood next to me. I turned to him and asked when he worked in KL and how long for.
He's an architect, he was there for 5 months in a tiny 5-man firm after his studies. I scrunched up my face: was it the Petronas towers you were there for, the tallest building in the world and that? No, apparently, there's this really famous and good Malaysian architect who also lectures here and that's what he went there for (either to study with the guy or work for him, or be near him, i forget which, given that i was struggling to actually listen to his words..). He said that when he was there, the Petronas towers were only halfway built.
"But that was a long time ago!" I exclaimed.
He scrunched up his face in a pained expression: "Ouch." I was slightly flustered - I didn't mean to imply that he was old (I don't want him to think I'm too young!), although that means he's probably mid-30s. He said it must have been 1995 or so.. and we continued speaking, about Malaysia, that companies need both Chinese and Malay directors (he knows that and remembers!), about roti canai, the food, how I hate the weather and creepy crawlies (he had a cockroach story), and he was telling me there was a really good Malaysian restaurant in Westbourne Grove, did I know it? By this time, we were back in the classroom and standing apart, on the opposite sides of the room, in the midst of sitting students.
Oh how I wanted to continue the conversation, but we sat opposite each other on different sides of the room!
It's purely physical attraction at this stage I know. I barely know anything about him... but at least he's been to Malaysia, he says he loves Malaysia, loves the food (Oh!), particularly roti canai (!!). He's unmarried, which seems almost too good to be true, but surely he must have a girlfriend??
But for now, it's great to feel so alive! This instant, electrical attraction, I hope it's mutual. And that he's unemcumbered...
I mean, he's an Architect! When I was younger, I wanted to be an architect, a profession with a combination of art and science. And he is older, which is great, with really sexy crow's feet around his eyes, tanned (suggesting he's sporty), he's cosmopolitan (having travelled abroad and wanting to learn french), knowledgeable about and appreciative of my culture and background. I love his care-free, boyish, yet slightly intellectual air. And he cycles! How perfect is he to sweep me off my feet?
I need some feet-sweeping please, dear world! And let this be the boy... obviously not necessarily to marry... but I really fancy him (in a bit of a ditzy way).. but get us at least get to the get-to-know-each-other stage so we can both decide (and please let him be single..). So please, kindly give me a nice surprise for my 25th birthday present, and let some magic happen! (and also change my job/team)
xoxo
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