Apparently, I'm interesting lately.

[lunesque]

Right. So. My pidgeon spanish got me into an interesting situation.

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*Random Mexican Customer walks in, pays for his items*

Me: Buenos noches! (yay for two years of Spanish!)

RMC: *some random spanish gibberish*

Me: *teardrop* Ah. Piquito espanol. (Ignore my spelling. I know that's probably not what that is.)

RMC: Ah. Como te llamas?

Me: Rachel.

RMC: *random spanish gibberish*

Me: No comprende mucho espanol.

RMC: *slow spanish gibberish*

Me: *terrified, deer in the headlights look*

RMC: *slowly* Will you marry?

Me: *terrified smile and I decide to lie through my teeth* Ah. Um. I'M ENGAGED!

RMC: Oh. *mournful look*

Me: *backing away politely*

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How does this happen?

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[saekhwa]

The same way the breast-police incident happened. Always while you're at work and when you're trying to be nice to people and/or make them feel at ease.

You're just an amiable person. ^__^

[lunesque.livejournal.com]

I'm not amiable. I'm not even all that pretty at the moment. I'm weirded out.

[saekhwa]

If you weren't pretty, all these people wouldn't be hitting on you and/or asking you out on a date and/or proposing to you.

And if you're not amiable, then you're sweet. You have to admit that. Who would even try to speak someone else's language? No one but you, dear.

[lunesque.livejournal.com]

There is something called desperation.

And no. I don't have to admit that at all.

[saekhwa]

:P