2010-07-05 Monday
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There were two girls in particular that I found sexy at the Portuguese language school I attend. The first is a cutie from Europe, but she is very shy and always seems half-asleep. I'll skip on her.
The second is this girl from South America. She immediately struck me as very different, full of energy and kindness. Her style is very Bohemian, as if she would fit best among the dreadlocked westerners wandering across India in search of Buddhism and the meaning of life before heading back to Europe to get a job and pay taxes. She is so sexy and so cute, with humongous eyes and a ready smile. I'll call her Bohemian.
I met her on a Friday as classes finished. We had clicked pretty well and the next Monday, I felt like I was close to her already. As a group of students, we went out to drink...I really went out to get to know my classmates, Bohemian in particular. The whole night, I tried to hang near Bohemian and to always be a little extra physical with her. Maybe this was a less than discrete way of showing my intent. =\ By the end of the night, though, she left her thigh hard up against mine.
We bounced to another location and it was the same deal. It started to get late, so when she said she was leaving, I got up to leave as well. My indiscretion probably embarrassed her, but I did not want to end the night without dropping my intention on her.
Earlier in the day, we had gone to the bank together with some classmates and she had mentioned that she was leaving in a weeks time. She would visit another friend in Rio and I asked very coyly if this friend was her boyfriend. She blushed and shook her head. "Why do you ask?"
"Maybe I'll show you later tonight," I had said. I knew we were going out for drinks later.
"I want to know now! You have to tell me!" It was obvious why I had asked if she had a boyfriend, so I thought that it was on between us.
So, now her and I are walking home together and she asks me again what I was going to tell her. I stop and move close to her. "I find you very attractive." That's a pretty dopey line. I should have just gone for the kiss.
"I...don't find you attractive at all," she says. I nod and keep walking. Somehow, the rejection doesn't really bother me.
"Well, friends is fine too, Bohemian." After which, she tells me that she finds me different from anyone else at the school and different from most people she has met in her life and so on. It's nice of her to try to make me feel better.
The next day, I come down with food poisoning. I had give Bohemian my number and she calls me to see if I am going dancing tonight with some of the classmates. That's pretty good after a rejection. I like this intention dropping stuff - if only I could learn to qualify.
Earlier on Monday, I saw a woman on the street. I ran after her, but was blown out. Later, I go into a mall and these two girls are behind me deciding what ice cream to order. I am surprised to hear them speaking English and not Portuguese, so I chat them up. They're dancers and have come to Brazil just to learn ethnic dances. I love it. I got their number, so we'll see what happens.
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