I've had an excellent time hanging out with the Russian. He's by far one of the sweetest and courteous boys I've ever been with. I appreciate manners more than most. Always opens the door, refuses to let me pay (sometimes I'll sneak it past him), puts his coat on me when I'm holunde (forgive my terrible Russian spelling) and is not afraid to let it be known I'm his girl.
It gets on my nerves when people ask us how we communicate with each other. "I don't know, we just do," I reply. There is no straight answer. Sure, we don't have in-depth conversations about religion and politics and childhood memories. These are drawbacks but I'd like to look at it positively, at least I don't have to listen to his bullshit. In retrospect, the thing that has usually bothered me the most about past relationships is the crap that comes out of a boy's mouth. No complaining, no ex-girlfriends, no judgemental crap directed at me that I should fix. I haven't had to hear about anything I don't want to hear about. Here, nothing's wrong. It's ok? It's ok. Good. Hen hao. Sometimes it's a game of charades in trying to communicate, other times there is no need. Sometimes I forget there is a language barrier, because I'm really comfortable around this person and we laugh, a lot.
I feel sort of bad as I've been MIA from my girl friends lately, but they understand. I've spent the past two months almost literally up their asses anyway. I'm glad they're cool about it and not super needy. I haven't been in "honeymoon stage" or whatever you'd call it in quite a long time. This is the perfect time for it too, it's getting cold and I have a tall, sweet Russian keeping me warm. Life is good.
I got sick yesterday, that sucked. I bought some cheese from the supermarket, excited for the fix, but realized it was a bad idea as my body is not used to dairy. It totally rejected it, I had fever and chills among other things and did not leave my apartment. I managed to sleep off the harsh part but I'm still feeling a bit weak. Misha invited me to go to some place tonight, I'll probably just sip liu cha and hang out for a bit before returning home and sleeping more.
I got my first package in the mail today. Thanks, Mom! Some Lancome mascara. For you ladies reading this, you know how important mascara can be, especially when you're still sound asleep while walking and want to at least appear awake. That was a nice thing to find downstairs tonight, as my girl friends and I were heading off to the vegan spot for dinner.
Speaking of vegan, I will be trying to construct something for Thanksgiving this Thursday. Nothing over the top...I'm thinking maybe hummus or something. We'll see. I think I'm bringing my Russian too (P.S. He cooks!!!). Oh, a budding relationship. Cue in the vomit noises.
Miss you all. Much love,
This weekend was an interesting one. It was the first one spent entirely in Baoding in the past several weeks, since I have frequented Beijing lately (where I'm also going tomorrow evening to get a Shanghai ticket).
I love China but I hate the music around these parts. It's so. damn. happy. Fake sugar sweet, like aspartame. Nauseates me at times. I wonder how no one gets sick of it? Shops, taxis, the ring-back on phones, you name it and that sound is there, the sound of "We wish you happy every day."
lawd knows i like to ramble. thanks for reading.
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