Make a friend, whatever you do
Four of us girls were walking home from work yesterday heading towards the weekend. Up ahead in the distance we saw something flicker.
"Is that a cute foreigner boy in the distance?"
It was!
As we approached we noticed his was pushing a shopping cart full of furniture. Ahh. He was also wearing a shirt and sweater. Missionary alert, missionary alert!
I said hello anyway, missionary or not. "Hey, moving in or moving out?"
Moving in, he said, in an Irish accent. Missionary alert averted.
We continued along and I turned to Sara. "Invite him to come to the WA bar tonight".
We stopped and turned back, she invited him, and we chatted a bit more before heading on our way.
He ended up coming to the bar with his friend. They have been here for two weeks, work in a new school that just opened up directly next to mine, and had not yet found any foreigner population in Suji. They live in the same complex of buildings as us. They're cool, normal, and interesting to tall to, and they ask refreshing questions like "why" instead of just "what" all the time, or even worse, no questions at all.
I think we could be friends, and all because of an easy hello and an invite. I should try that more often. Though likely you usually get stuck with freaks. Would it work so easily in Toronto, you think? How do people make friends?
4 Comments:
Missionary alert? What the hell?
No offence to Missionary Blake, or any other missionaries out there, of course.
Pounce on him Jess!
rarghh.
No, no Katie. Down girl!
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