May 2006
2 posts
International Understanding
At first, I didn’t understand a word she said. Her command of English was limited to the phrase “only speak German,” while the only thing I knew that was even remotely German-sounding was Haagen-Dasz. I tried complimenting her on her recently-braided hair, tried asking her if she wanted a drink, tried encouraging her to put more sunscreen on her burning skin; she was oblivious to my advances. She,...
Footsies
A few nights of the week, we would fall in to bed, exhausted. She would be exhausted from her intense studying or her incessant theater rehearsals, and my body would be sore from that morning’s football practice and the travails of a long day sitting in front of a computer at work. On those nights, we would forgo cooking in the kitchen and subsist on leftovers or shawarmas and falafels...