SubscribeSimon’s last post about friends somehow got me thinking about marriage. I’m really not gathered enough in my thoughts at this point to comment, so I’ll save it for another time. But, his post also made me feel like I needed to have some lighthearted contrast. So, while we are on the subject of Australia, I figure I may as well tell my favorite story from my travels there. Porn Anyone?…
Month: April, 2009
At Least It’s Not My Life
I’ll keep it short today. I’ve been thinking a lot about who my real friends are and what exactly each person in my life means to me. I think we can all agree that the most important thing in our lives is the relationships that we make and the price that we put on them. Ok so maybe we can’t all agree on that, but I’d venture to guess that most of you think it’s in the top five most important things in your life.
In the past five days I’ve experienced a lot of really heavy things going around around me, none of which I’m at liberty to talk about. The strange thing, however, is that none of them directly effect my life. They’re all problems of others that I love and care about and of course in turn it makes me realize how important those people are to me.
Attraction, Rejection, & a Shotgun
I’d like to preface by apologizing to our readers. Although I haven’t written it yet, this post is going to be longer than usual but ‘cross my balls and hope to die,’ it will be worth it.
I currently reside outside of the U.S. and am gainfully employed as an English teacher, namely in primary schools. My job requires that I move schools every three weeks or so (which is extraordinarily maddening but a separate story altogether). As a result, I often meet English teachers, male and female, who I get to know somewhat intimately in the short time we have together. I generally chat them up like a publicist because I don’t have the opportunity to talk to my other colleagues because of the language barrier. I’m trying to work up the courage to speak their language to them but it’s nerve racking and I sweat a lot.
Last week I started in a new school and immediately fell for Anna, a sexy 28 year old whose students I have taken over the past few weeks. She has an electrifying body and with the advent of ’spray on’ pants and low cut shirts, I melt in my own pants upon seeing her. Her students love me (as most of them do, but again that’s for another post), especially the girls. They stare at me when I walk by, nervously ask questions in English (they’re not supposed to know I know their language so I force them to speak English) and gossip behind my back about fucking me. No joke, I’ve heard it from several teachers – and the oldest ones I teach are 14!
Bliss Connection
