Monday, December 15
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The Bachelor, Vietnamese Edition [journal] Even though my father doesn't watch too much television, I think he believes he's a producer. According to him, he's going to find me someone I like. This Sunday, to that extent he's inviting 15 girls to our house on my behalf. Anyways, this really pissed me off and I got into this huge fight with him. The resolution was that he would never do this for me again. One of the girls even phoned today and asked exactly what was going on to which I replied, "You knew about it before me and know more about it than me." My dad tried to defend himself by saying, they are all just for friends I'm not trying to find you a girlfriend. I told him how stupid that was too. I said, "Okay, how about I get all my friends' parents and people your age that you don't know, round up 15-20 of them and then invite them by saying my parents need friends, come over, would you like that?" Of course to win the argument, because he knows I wouldn't do something like that, he said "Sure, I would love that."
My dad says I'm too shy. I don't talk to anyone. Yah sure. Of course he thinks that. It's because I don't talk to any of his girls. It reminds me of this one time back in grade nine when my friend literally dragged me by the arm right up to this girl I liked and said, "Joe wants to ask you something." God, I was so red I couldn't say anything and after I took her aside and asked her she rejected me. Later she told me that she really did like me but it was way too weird. And that's the thing. My dad makes it way too weird.
On a related note, I finally got around to talking to a girl I thought was interseting in my philosophy class. She's a pretty dark haired girl who made some intelligent questions and remarks in the class. Everything just happened to go my way (her passing a camera to me to ask for a picture, her having breakfast at Comfort inn at the same time, her going to the cafe after class) so I couldn't make any excuses in not introducing myself and having a chat with her, and also it would be my last chance because that was her last day of school. I talked with her during each situation, the talks went well, albeit a little hurried, and sometimes forced. But those two were for the good because it seemed like we both were a little nervous and didn't want any dead silences.
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