Oh Boy
Tuesday, November 7th, 2006Here’s another brief conversation, but this time, it’s face to face. This was with a random guy in the elevator of the hostel I’m living in (yeah, I’ve been living full-time in a hostel for a month or so. I’ll write a story on this soon, hopefully). For some reason, this very brief conversation lightened up my day, as I was in a bit of a mad mood.
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him: hi
JZ: hiya
JZ: hmm
JZ: are you new in this hostel?
him: me? oh no
him: I uh, am here since, um, yesterday
JZ: ehh… OK.
him: where are you from?
JZ: I’m from Indonesia
JZ: How about you
JZ: Where do you come from?
him: I am an Italian boy!
JZ: … [grins widely]
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Maybe it was just because his English wasn’t very perfect, or maybe he does refer himself as a boy to everyone, I don’t know. But I find men who refer/consider themselves as boys to be very very appealing. For me it just seemed very innocent and harmless, but not immature at all. It was as if deep down inside he is still a young boy who bounces hyper-actively upon the sight of sport cars or other boyish interest. Very cute.