better off dead

this movie recently reminded me of being an exchange student. i remember the first week i was in germany the family i was staying with mentioned the fact that the neighbor boy really wanted to take me out.

the neighbor boy. simon. when i asked what he was like my family said "oh, well, he's nice."

"nice?" i said. "nice is the adjective i use to describe people that don't have a personality." nice is right up there with "bless his heart." they just looked at each other and kind of nodded.

simon. large. long, wavy/frizzy hair. except on top where it was thinning. glasses. you could tell he listened to metal. you could tell he had intentions of making me his girlfriend. if it had been winter i would have thrown a snowball at his head and yelled "get real!"

i came through the outting relatively unscathed, but for the next month whenever he knocked on the door i had to have my family lie and say i was alseep...you know, jet lag, culture shock. luckily i transfered schools and families. simon problem solved. it's amazing the things that you block out of your memory, and the things that make you remember them.