So Awkwardio

...and that's "Awkwardio" with a capital A.

This is horrible of me, but... here's the story.  I was at the mall today between classes, and I got stopped by a nice looking gentleman selling hair products.  In his smooth salesman way (with a lovely accent), before I've barely looked him in the eye I'm suddenly in front of a mirror and he's taken my elastic out of my hair and has started to curl it!  Hahahahaaa... so anyway, I'm of course kicking myself, wondering why it's so hard for me to be curt with people to avoid these kinds of situations... but whatever, I've got time.  If he wants to do my hair, so be it.

It turns out this magical curling iron is like $200 on sale for ME for $130.  HA!  So I say noooo thank you.  But then this serum is being put in my hair.  Sigh... so, whatever, go ahead and put serum in my hair, I'm pretty much powerless at this point.  It actually seemed like a really great product, though, as a side note.

For some reason I'm acting way too comfortable with this guy.  It was probably due to the fact that he was such a smooth talker, and his accent I now recognize as Israeli.  We get to talking about music, school, living in Waterloo... I ask him if he's Israeli, he is, he wants to know if I'm Jewish, we start talking about Israel... he starts talking to me in Hebrew and calls me beautiful and I awkwardly laugh and say "I want to eat ice cream" in Hebrew (one of my limited Hebrew phrases), and... yes, of course... he asks for my number.  

INSTEAD of saying no... I say YES... and give him the digits up 'til the last one, which I changed.  

And now I can never go to that mall again!

Hahahaha... isn't that horrible of me?  The poor guy!  I wonder whose number I gave him?  He'll be so confused, because honestly, my signals were purely positive.  I kept looking at my ridiculous self in the mirror as my hair is being done IN PUBLIC and thinking, why do you keep SAYING things?  Just act awkward and get out of here!

Am I the most horrible person?  I've used the "I have a boyfriend" line a few times... twice I said his name was Josh (Yeshua=Joshua) and he was in carpentry... and another time I actually used a guy friend of mine's name and occupation and hoped they'd never find out!

From now on, when someone asks if I have a boyfriend in a luscious accent, I'll remember to respond accordingly.  I am so naive sometimes.  And now I have a head of half curled hair, and I've potentially confused and hurt a new immigrant from a country I love.  WAY TO GO, RB!

That's my story.  Gill and Dan... he looked like Emo from Geravna but with good teeth.

I love Israelis... if only the men were taller, you know?

Oh, and did you know I practically got proposed to in 2005 at the Western Wall by an ultra-orthodox Jewish guy (who kept looking around in panic in case someone saw him talking to me)?  Jenn was there.  It was one of those, "Do you have the time" conversations that escalated into choosing a hall for the reception.  Forelocks, black hat, suit and everything.  It was incredible.

HEY - on another note - tonight was my last class!  I still have exams, but - hooray!  And of course, now that the first term is over, I'm feeling all nostalgic about it, not wanting to go back to Hamilton tomorrow.  It's probably a good sign.  But what a weirdo I am.  If you could get into my head and live a day in my shoes, you'd probably feel terribly confused and constantly feel like laughing and crying at the same time.  You'd be bursting with thankfulness and childlike wonder at the same time as feel like the world is coming to an end.  Best put, everything in life would be magnified a billion times.  That's what it feels like.  The bad things are HUGE and the good things are also HUGE.  Normal isn't normal.  It's like continual PMS!  But the weird thing is that I think I got it from DAD...

Okay, enough babbling.

Happy birthday to Gids tomorrow!!!