Not my type

On Sunday I met up with a couchsurfer in town and together we explored some park a bit north of town.  I don't think it was the right park, or a park, but we did explore it.  Fortunately she was not of the CS type that's, to make the point, fuck'n weird.  She was, in fact, perfectly normal and intelligent. 

A twenty-nine year old plumber from Manchester with plenty of other interests, Gemma left on her trip last September and was actually heading home in a day or so.  She left from Manchester and traveled all the way to Asia by train, stopping and staying along the way in various locations, mostly winging things.  Off the top of my head she said she stayed in Russia for a month, Mongolia for a month, China two months, I think South Korea for I'm not sure how long, Laos for a few weeks, and Myanmar for three weeks.  She travels solo but pairs up with others travelers when the chances arise.

We spoke of things we liked/didn't like of Thailand and the things we missed from back home.  

One was big speakers. Serious speakers.  The kind that fill your chest with bass and make your ears feel good.  That feel good feeling is probably the same mechanism that the 'addictiveness' of spicy food works through.  In both cases, your brain is easing pain with it's own pain killers.

That dug up from some moldering point in my brain my grand plan as of last fall.  That was, grind till summer and save my money, travel Europe and go to festivals, and then find a way to teach overseas -maybe in Asia- to see if a career as a teacher was a possibility.  I had forgotten that part of my intention to come here was to flip this plan on its head, grabbing a good thing before it was gone, and the sudden unearthing of the fact that I was living, and had been living, an idea I toyed with on the other side of the planet created a strange moment, a very surreal one.

We were going to take a cooking class but they were either all booked up or waaay expensive.  Since it was one of her final days she opted to splurge and take the waaay expensive class on Monday.  The class was highly, highly rated on the internet so it wouldn't disappoint.

Meeting Gemma flipped a switch in my brain to 'on' as the gears once again started turning in my head of the real possibilities of plans after Thailand.  

All I'm sayin' is....

 ....gonna be awesome

Anywho, the word the neighborhood ladyboy was getting me to say all week, phanpoon, meant boyfriend. 

Him: "Ahdahm...phannpoooon?

Me: "I...what?...I...is that your name you keep saying that"

Him: *points to self* "Ahdam...phannnpooon?"

Me: "phanpoon?"

Him: *points to self* "Ahdam...phannnpooon."

Me: "Yea, sure phanpoon, whatever I...phanpoon yea "

Him: lololololol

 

This fuckn' guy, lol.  Such a troll.