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My enthusiasm for study abroad has greatly increased today. I spent some time at work emailing all my European friends. I didn't tell them yet that I was coming to study abroad next fall. I suppose there is still the possibility that I won't go abroad. I still have to be interviewed after all. I just wanted to reestablish contact so when I show up on their doorstep in six months or so, they won't have forgotten who I am.
My favourite Europeans, Vol. 1: B.
My Slovenian friend is one the most amazing people I've ever known. I've never had a burning desire to go to Slovenia (truth be told, I didn't exactly know where Slovenia was until I met him), but I'd be excited to go just to see him. I met B. in my third year of undergrad. He was in my Southern Memoir literature class. His accent was so thick that I could barely understand him and my other friends and I in the class spent a lot of time speculating about where he might be from and how in hell you pronounced his name which seemed to have more consonants than needed and too few vowels.
He took a fancy to me, though, and unexpectedly asked me to drive him to the store one day. (There is no walking to the store in Arkansas. The store is usually miles from where you live and miles from any other store.) He revealed that he was from Slovenia, solving the deep mystery about his strange accent. He was handsome and in great shape. Of course, he was gay. He started dating the most gorgeous gay man in town and he set me up with the guy that I dated for the next four years. He gave me a voodoo doll of my boyfriend "in case I ever needed to make him do anything," and instructed me on the finer points of using it. I was obviously never that good at using it because my boyfriend never did anything I wanted him to do. That all worked out for the best in the end, anyway!
He works as a translator now which amuses me because every thing that B. says in English comes out like something that should have been written on a greeting card. It's one of the things I love about him. He responded to my email within hours. That's another thing I love about him. I hope he doesn't mind me posting an excerpt of his email on my blog because I just think it's awesome.
My favourite Europeans, Vol. 1: B.
My Slovenian friend is one the most amazing people I've ever known. I've never had a burning desire to go to Slovenia (truth be told, I didn't exactly know where Slovenia was until I met him), but I'd be excited to go just to see him. I met B. in my third year of undergrad. He was in my Southern Memoir literature class. His accent was so thick that I could barely understand him and my other friends and I in the class spent a lot of time speculating about where he might be from and how in hell you pronounced his name which seemed to have more consonants than needed and too few vowels.
He took a fancy to me, though, and unexpectedly asked me to drive him to the store one day. (There is no walking to the store in Arkansas. The store is usually miles from where you live and miles from any other store.) He revealed that he was from Slovenia, solving the deep mystery about his strange accent. He was handsome and in great shape. Of course, he was gay. He started dating the most gorgeous gay man in town and he set me up with the guy that I dated for the next four years. He gave me a voodoo doll of my boyfriend "in case I ever needed to make him do anything," and instructed me on the finer points of using it. I was obviously never that good at using it because my boyfriend never did anything I wanted him to do. That all worked out for the best in the end, anyway!
He works as a translator now which amuses me because every thing that B. says in English comes out like something that should have been written on a greeting card. It's one of the things I love about him. He responded to my email within hours. That's another thing I love about him. I hope he doesn't mind me posting an excerpt of his email on my blog because I just think it's awesome.
"Do write back, and fill me in on all which has transpired in your life ever since we bid farewell to each other at the airport in Fayetville, where I almost forgot my boarding card for all my other flights back home."
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