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| I date a Filipino the size of a child. by Quétinbec 10/16/2009, 11:08am PDT | ||||
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| She's a waitress who works long hours so when she finishes, there's nothing to do but stay home, which is lucky because I'm ashamed to be seen with her. Tuesday is her only day off, so I take her to unpopular malls or restaurants a long way from the Westerners' district. As a kind thing to do, I will teach her to drive.
I was in the shower wanking to one of my students. My fucks and wanks always involve fully naked women, but in this case, I'd never seen the wankee's hair and I wasn't able to imagine how she would look with hair visible, so I completed the wank with her in her abaya. At the end of Inglorious Basterds, there was the sound of much velcro. It was the ladies re-applying their masks! They took them off in the dark of the movie theatre. The cheaper burkas use velcro to attach the masks to the hood. Because I spend so much time with people who speak English as a second language, I developed the bad habit of staring at peoples' lips as they speak to me. If you're talking to me from further than 4 feet, you can't tell if I'm staring at your lips (I got paranoid about it and conducted some tests), but any closer than that and it can be unnerving. So, I often look at peoples lips while listening, but I sometimes look at their lips while talking, too. For instance, if I don't want to see how what I'm saying is affecting someone, but do want to look at their face, I'll avoid their eyes and look at their mouth. This is useful in such cases as when I'm halfway through saying something outragous and I'm not drunk. If I look a person in the eyes and they're horrified, I can lose my nerve and my outragous comments go improperly justified, so instead, I look at something that won't create empathy, like a mouth or a nose. I say all this because you can't look at anything but eyes when you talk to someone in a burka. Your eyes need to fix on something, and unless you make a ridiculously conscious effort, you'll default to staring at the only thing that isn't a black void - their eyes. This can fuck you up in class. For instance, here are some classroom interactions: QB to burka girl (FULL EYE CONTACT!!!): Why haven't you written anything? Don't you have a favourite time of year? Burka girl: No. There is no difference. QB: What about Ramadan or Eid? Or winter when it's cold or summer when it's hot? BG: No. QB: How about when it's just warm? In November, right? That could be your favourite time of year. BG: I'm only allowed to leave my house for class so I never get to go outside. It's always the same temperature in my house because of air conditioning. QB. OK...........Well, you can put down.........you can put down Eid because you don't have to go to class then. You like that time of year right? BG: OK. QB: OKAY EVERYBODY, LET'S MOVE ON TO SECTION 2.4!!! I was doing a reading exercise where the students had to distinguish between facts and opinions in a couple of letters to the editor. At the end of the exercise, I was like... QB: So which is more important in persuading someone? Facts or opinions? Guy: Opinions. QB: Why do you think that? Guy: If I don't believe the opinion of my Father or my Imam, I will be punished. If I don't believe a fact, people will just think I'm stupid. That's not important. QB: OK.... Well.... Facts are important too, though. ALRIGHT EVERYBODY, THAT'S IT FOR TODAY!!! I'll see you tomorrow at 10. |
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I date a Filipino the size of a child. by 10/16/2009, 11:08am PDT  These stories are better than any other truth. NT by 10/16/2009, 11:27am PDT Re: I date a Filipino the size of a child. by 10/17/2009, 12:46pm PDT Re: I date a Filipino the size of a child. by 10/17/2009, 1:01pm PDT |
