Friday, March 1, 2013

Y'know when...

Y'know when you meet a Vietnamese guy in the lobby, and he occupies some hazy temporal limbo between the ages of 15 and 30, and you don't know whether he's creepy-metro or just Vietnamese, and it's really late but he earnestly asks you if you could spend a moment talking with him, and early on you just get the vibe that the conversation's gonna last over an hour and end up being about how everyone wants to sleep with him, but you don't see any way out, so you politely engage him in conversation, and then an hour later it turns out the conversation IS about how everyone wants to sleep with him, and you are in awe of your own goddamn prescience but not so much as you are in agony having to exchange one more pair of words with this creepy, painfully sincere Vietnamese guy?  Yeah.  Dammit.  Damn.  It.

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