Language is interesting. It’s sometimes hard to believe all of the different variations on the English language. I’ve discovered this recently when I started talking to some Brits and Irishmen. I would like to retract my previous statement saying that there was nothing interesting going on in that portion of the world. I’ve talked to at least five people from England or Ireland. It is my plan to figure out why some people go by English and others British. I’m of English/British decent, and I’m never sure which one to say. A whole quarter actually. We hopped on the Mayflower (or some other similar boat around that time) and never looked back. Back to the language bit. There are some words that are spelled differently or places referred to by different names between their English and our English. Example – grey (gray), favourite (favorite), socialising (socializing), or cinema (movie theatres). Do I spell these words the American way, or do I spell them how I know they spell them and appear like a complete Anglophile?
The Irish guy I talked to is getting a PhD in film making. In his profile he said he would propose to a girl on the spot if he found out she listened to Nick Drake. I asked him if it counted that I had a few Nick Drake songs on my iPod. He said his initial thought with that statement was about a girl playing a Nick Drake record, but he said he may have to update his preferences to go with the latest technology. He also admits to being a night owl like me. The best part of his profile – “Everyone should give time to help others”.
My favorite Brit has a PhD and lives in Denmark. My initial message was very simple – “have you ever thought about moving to the US”. He liked the message! He said it started his day off with a smile, and now he seems kind of interested. He had mentioned that he wanted to travel and see different places. I figured the US would be great for him, especially because he could then meet me. He likes movies, museums, music, and lots of other things that I really like. He speaks whatever language they speak in Denmark, which is pretty impressive. He said he has always wanted to experience different cultures, and America would be an interesting one. This made me laugh since I’ve never thought of America as being a different culture.
I in no way think that contacting these guys from different countries is a bad idea. I have an amazing neighbor who lives next door. Her parents are Italian and immigrated to Canada. She is a great cook! She met her husband on-line. She told me this past week when she made me cinnamon rolls and espresso for breakfast (I am blessed!) about her on-line dating experiences. Apparently when she talked to her future husband, he thought she was living in Arizona. He went to Arizona every few weeks for business. She’s not sure how he got confused, but at the time she was living in Quebec. She moved to the states, and it’s all happily ever after. I guess with these foreign guys I can send e-mails through the dating website, maybe eventually IM, and then there is always Skype. If they become very interested, they can always hop on a plane to America. I mean, these guys claim to like travelling. One claims to like cupcakes. I just had to throw that in. Sprinkles red velvet cupcakes are magical. Sprinkles over Magnolia’s hands down. Sorry New Yorkers!
I know guys can be confusing sometimes, but stunning musician guy has taken it to a whole new level of confusing. He wouldn’t tell me his “life story” because facebook chat would just take too long. Ok then. I want to clarify that a life story to him means anything about himself. He said he was going to call me. We’ve gone over this, right? So today he contacts me again, and I just don’t get it. He mentioned he just woke up and was making French press coffee, and that he wishes I was there. I wish I was there too. I seriously needed some coffee right about at that moment. Eh, mornings. Plus I would’ve liked to look at his beautiful face at that moment too. I gave him a hard time about not calling me, but I was keeping it light and funny. He said he got busy, and I get that. Especially with a little one. Then he said he was going to jump in the shower and call me after. Don’t say you’re going to call me again, and then again not call me. Is there some reason he keeps telling me he will call? It’s not like I ask him to call me. The phone thing is all his idea. Our conversations aren’t even complete conversations because I hardly know a thing about him. I hinted about my blog hoping he would read it, but the guy cannot take a hint. I can guarantee you that he will be contacting me again on facebook. I’d put money on it. I just don’t get him. From looking at pictures he was still with the baby-mama as of late October. Is she still in the picture? Is that why he contacts me at really random hours of the day? It’s all very strange.
-SJ
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