| darling, you should really go out more |
Jun. 4th, 2016|07:47 pm |
So a very funny thing happened.
There I was having a perfectly nice conversation with a handsome male specimen at a book yard sale, where I exchanged my old books for some new ones.. Among my old ones were some architecture books, that were just dusting on the shelves, but where to beautiful and pricey just to through away, so after my attempt to decluster my life they just ended up in a pile on the floor for last couple of months.
Anyway - they started a conversation about how the architecture didn't work out for me and for a slight change in a career path took change.. blah blah blah.. words after word. and then he asks: "So what are you in Latvia for? Studies?"
And I'm like [Whut?? in my head]: Duh, I'm from here.
And then he says with a smile: "Tad jau mēs mierīgi varam runāt latviski." (plus he complimented my pronunciation. blushing. he had no suspicions about my origin, and to be honest neither did I about his) |
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