Life in the Bottom of the Barrel
I think of myself as a halfway decent person. Wait... Who am I kidding? you should all be like me!
I have a weird acidic wit that should get me killed one of these days, but until that fateful day, I will do my best to piss everyone off.
That is, except for one particular Persian man named Kamran. I met him tonight. He is not my first brush with an Iranian male and likely won't be my last. I really hope its not my last. He is a very sweet man. He has a nice smile, a good outlook and shy way about him. We met because we have surnames that begin with a "T". So, tonight we had to sit next to each other for a ceremony inducting us, two of the most unlikeliest of people to spend time together, in the International Honor Society, Phi Theta Kappa. Oh, the irony...
Originally, I'd merely asked him what his nationality was. I always feel ignorant... maybe down right stupid, being unaware of a person's origin merely by their appearance. On the other hand, it can be misleading and its best to make sure instead of arrogantly assuming. Kamran answered that he was Persian. I'm aware that the word for Persians in the Farsi tongue is in fact Iran but he still said Persian. Intersting... He is about my height. Probably an inch or two taller making him a short man. I'm only 5'1.5" so he might be 5'4". He has black hair, black eyes and the sweetest smile this side of Willy Wonka's chocolate room. I was hooked. I had to learn a little more about this man but alas, our time was not our own.
My only hope is that I see him again. That should happen since we're in the same organization. One thing I always do with anyone I meet is touch them. I find it makes them remember me more. So upon parting I shook his hand and told him it was a pleasure to meet him. And wherever you are Kamran, it truly was.
I hope we do meet again...
As for the rest of the evening, well, it was colored by my wanting to be near Kamran and my desire to not fall down. I wore a long Black Watch skirt that is lovely. I also had on Mary Janes that need polishing. But my fear of burning myself with wax was not nearly as prominant as my fear of falling flat on my face. I did not fall but nearly pricked myself on a thorny rose!
So tomorrow is another day. I work to lose more weight (come on pounds!), try to learn more Somali among other languages of choice and work for cash.
Until then, I remain Misha, the world's most clumsiest romantic.
I have a weird acidic wit that should get me killed one of these days, but until that fateful day, I will do my best to piss everyone off.
That is, except for one particular Persian man named Kamran. I met him tonight. He is not my first brush with an Iranian male and likely won't be my last. I really hope its not my last. He is a very sweet man. He has a nice smile, a good outlook and shy way about him. We met because we have surnames that begin with a "T". So, tonight we had to sit next to each other for a ceremony inducting us, two of the most unlikeliest of people to spend time together, in the International Honor Society, Phi Theta Kappa. Oh, the irony...
Originally, I'd merely asked him what his nationality was. I always feel ignorant... maybe down right stupid, being unaware of a person's origin merely by their appearance. On the other hand, it can be misleading and its best to make sure instead of arrogantly assuming. Kamran answered that he was Persian. I'm aware that the word for Persians in the Farsi tongue is in fact Iran but he still said Persian. Intersting... He is about my height. Probably an inch or two taller making him a short man. I'm only 5'1.5" so he might be 5'4". He has black hair, black eyes and the sweetest smile this side of Willy Wonka's chocolate room. I was hooked. I had to learn a little more about this man but alas, our time was not our own.
My only hope is that I see him again. That should happen since we're in the same organization. One thing I always do with anyone I meet is touch them. I find it makes them remember me more. So upon parting I shook his hand and told him it was a pleasure to meet him. And wherever you are Kamran, it truly was.
I hope we do meet again...
As for the rest of the evening, well, it was colored by my wanting to be near Kamran and my desire to not fall down. I wore a long Black Watch skirt that is lovely. I also had on Mary Janes that need polishing. But my fear of burning myself with wax was not nearly as prominant as my fear of falling flat on my face. I did not fall but nearly pricked myself on a thorny rose!
So tomorrow is another day. I work to lose more weight (come on pounds!), try to learn more Somali among other languages of choice and work for cash.
Until then, I remain Misha, the world's most clumsiest romantic.
posted by Misheru at 10/01/2005 12:16:00 am
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