guy looked at me, then turned to his friend and whispered something, I don’t know what he said, but I had a feeling that it was about me. I looked for the book I was reading yesterday, but I couldn’t find it.
I walk up and down the aisle looking at the different books and found one on Russian. I pulled the book out of the shelf and take it over to a table. I open it up and start reading it. It’s a text book and it’s going over the basic letters and vows, there are phonetic spellings for each of the symbols. I’ve been thinking about taking a course in Russian. If I work for NASA there’s a very good chance I’ll meet someone who speaks Russian, considering they have a space program too, and if I remember correctly, one of the guys from NSYNC got to be in their space program. I skim over the words, and imagine what it’s like to be fluent in a language other than English. I have a goal that I’ve put on the side to try and become fluent in as many languages as I can. It’s really not something that I feel like I have to do, but more something that I would like to do just for the fun of it. As I skim, I notice that there is a formal word for hello and an informal word. I want to go with the informal word so I find the word, hi, and whisper it to myself and repeat it over and over until I’m sure I have it down, then I find, How are you? And do the same. I now know a phrase in Russian. Now if I could just learn the rest of the language. I see Gabriel walking towards me out of peripheral vision; I turn around, smile, stand up and give him a hug. “Privet, kak dela,” I say before giving him a kiss.
“What?” Gabriel asks, pulling back when the kiss is over.
“I said, Hi how are you, in Russian.” I smile at him.
“Since when do you speak Russian?” He asks.
“Since I picked up this book and started looking at it.” I answered.
“What made you want to learn Russian?”
“Well, if I’m going to work for NASA, there’s a chance that I might run into someone who speaks Russian, they have a space program, too, you know.”
“I didn’t think about that.” Gabriel says sounding impressed.
“I think I’m going to take Russian next semester,” I tell him.
“So what did you want to talk about?” He asks. I had almost forgotten that I told him that I needed to talk to him.
“My new roommate.” I answer.
“What about your new roommate? Don’t tell me you want…” He starts then stops himself mid-sentence.
“Want what?” I ask genuinely confused.
“Another threesome.” He whispers and lowers his eyes.
“Um, that thought hasn’t even crossed my mind, and no I don’t. I’m fine with you, just you.”
“Well you’re with Ryan, too let’s not forget that.”
“You know what I mean.”
“I’m not sure that I do, are you telling me that you like being with only me or are you telling me that you like being with me and Ryan?”
“I wanted to talk to you about my roommate because she’s friends with Emily, or at least I think she is.” I say ignoring his question and changing the subject.
“Who’s your roommate?” He asks and doesn’t say anything about the fact that I didn’t answer his question.
“Her name is Tiffany Price.” I say and watch his face for any kind of recognition.
He doesn’t say anything and gives me a blank stare. “You don’t know who she is?” I ask.
“I’ve never heard of her.”
“So Emily never mentioned her.” I conclude.
“Emily and I didn’t talk much; our relationship was more about sex.” He says.
“Oh.” Is all I can manage to say. I try to imagine what it’s like to only know someone physically and not emotionally. I guess that’s kind of my relationship with Gabriel right now. I know how to please him physically, but I do want to get to know him. He’s shared bits and pieces of his past with me, but it seems hard to get him to really open up. Maybe he doesn’t know how, or maybe he’s just not used to talking
I walk up and down the aisle looking at the different books and found one on Russian. I pulled the book out of the shelf and take it over to a table. I open it up and start reading it. It’s a text book and it’s going over the basic letters and vows, there are phonetic spellings for each of the symbols. I’ve been thinking about taking a course in Russian. If I work for NASA there’s a very good chance I’ll meet someone who speaks Russian, considering they have a space program too, and if I remember correctly, one of the guys from NSYNC got to be in their space program. I skim over the words, and imagine what it’s like to be fluent in a language other than English. I have a goal that I’ve put on the side to try and become fluent in as many languages as I can. It’s really not something that I feel like I have to do, but more something that I would like to do just for the fun of it. As I skim, I notice that there is a formal word for hello and an informal word. I want to go with the informal word so I find the word, hi, and whisper it to myself and repeat it over and over until I’m sure I have it down, then I find, How are you? And do the same. I now know a phrase in Russian. Now if I could just learn the rest of the language. I see Gabriel walking towards me out of peripheral vision; I turn around, smile, stand up and give him a hug. “Privet, kak dela,” I say before giving him a kiss.
“What?” Gabriel asks, pulling back when the kiss is over.
“I said, Hi how are you, in Russian.” I smile at him.
“Since when do you speak Russian?” He asks.
“Since I picked up this book and started looking at it.” I answered.
“What made you want to learn Russian?”
“Well, if I’m going to work for NASA, there’s a chance that I might run into someone who speaks Russian, they have a space program, too, you know.”
“I didn’t think about that.” Gabriel says sounding impressed.
“I think I’m going to take Russian next semester,” I tell him.
“So what did you want to talk about?” He asks. I had almost forgotten that I told him that I needed to talk to him.
“My new roommate.” I answer.
“What about your new roommate? Don’t tell me you want…” He starts then stops himself mid-sentence.
“Want what?” I ask genuinely confused.
“Another threesome.” He whispers and lowers his eyes.
“Um, that thought hasn’t even crossed my mind, and no I don’t. I’m fine with you, just you.”
“Well you’re with Ryan, too let’s not forget that.”
“You know what I mean.”
“I’m not sure that I do, are you telling me that you like being with only me or are you telling me that you like being with me and Ryan?”
“I wanted to talk to you about my roommate because she’s friends with Emily, or at least I think she is.” I say ignoring his question and changing the subject.
“Who’s your roommate?” He asks and doesn’t say anything about the fact that I didn’t answer his question.
“Her name is Tiffany Price.” I say and watch his face for any kind of recognition.
He doesn’t say anything and gives me a blank stare. “You don’t know who she is?” I ask.
“I’ve never heard of her.”
“So Emily never mentioned her.” I conclude.
“Emily and I didn’t talk much; our relationship was more about sex.” He says.
“Oh.” Is all I can manage to say. I try to imagine what it’s like to only know someone physically and not emotionally. I guess that’s kind of my relationship with Gabriel right now. I know how to please him physically, but I do want to get to know him. He’s shared bits and pieces of his past with me, but it seems hard to get him to really open up. Maybe he doesn’t know how, or maybe he’s just not used to talking
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