She that makes my heart beat
I think I first noticed it in my undergrad years. I had a Teaching assistant from Germany (She taught German), and she and many of the other German teachers were not happy with America. Now, I can certainly understand not liking the American government and likeliving in the U.S. , but these were people who noted constantly that they couldn't wait for the 78 days, 1 hours and 12 minutes to expire on their contracts, as they were going to be on that first flight out. Fair enough. We all have our opinions. My girlfriend likes Zoolander. It is almost enough for me to fall out of love with her.
Nevertheless, 5 years later, as I wandered, drunk, into a theatre to see Tampopo, I saw her, my German T.A., and she looked stunning, and I wondered why I hadn't been wasting my time hitting on her instead of poking her about her dislike of San Diego and its surrounding nation. Nevertheless, I reverted to my juvenile freshman ways and asked her why she was still living in San Diego, as I recalled she hated America so much. She smiled and said maybe she had changed her mind, and I thought.
Then, more recently, it seems like every friggin' extremist Muslim extremist who is not hunted on the planet lives in England or Denmark. They never seem to live in an Islamic nation, which is probably the only thing about them I understand. Well, maybe they like to pull their toilet paper so that it open on the side away from the wall. We might share that as well.
And then there is her. the last woman I said I love you to that I really meant it, the one that I uttered it way too soon, perhps on the only the fourth date, the one who still haunts me every moment of the day, whose was the real Kelly McGillis, one-half Rocket Scientist, One-Third Playboy Playmate, and one third Miscellanous (116 percent, she was), who sat in my house and disparaged San Francisco, who hated it all and couldn't wait until she moved to the Midwest. Perhaps after me she found another man who loves SF as well, and perhaps she has to live here, in this hellhole, to be with her true love, but she is still here five years after I met her.
And she looks goddamn fine in her website pictures, I gotta say.
Nevertheless, 5 years later, as I wandered, drunk, into a theatre to see Tampopo, I saw her, my German T.A., and she looked stunning, and I wondered why I hadn't been wasting my time hitting on her instead of poking her about her dislike of San Diego and its surrounding nation. Nevertheless, I reverted to my juvenile freshman ways and asked her why she was still living in San Diego, as I recalled she hated America so much. She smiled and said maybe she had changed her mind, and I thought.
Then, more recently, it seems like every friggin' extremist Muslim extremist who is not hunted on the planet lives in England or Denmark. They never seem to live in an Islamic nation, which is probably the only thing about them I understand. Well, maybe they like to pull their toilet paper so that it open on the side away from the wall. We might share that as well.
And then there is her. the last woman I said I love you to that I really meant it, the one that I uttered it way too soon, perhps on the only the fourth date, the one who still haunts me every moment of the day, whose was the real Kelly McGillis, one-half Rocket Scientist, One-Third Playboy Playmate, and one third Miscellanous (116 percent, she was), who sat in my house and disparaged San Francisco, who hated it all and couldn't wait until she moved to the Midwest. Perhaps after me she found another man who loves SF as well, and perhaps she has to live here, in this hellhole, to be with her true love, but she is still here five years after I met her.
And she looks goddamn fine in her website pictures, I gotta say.
posted by FJ at 1:45 AM
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