One of the most confusing things about living in a foreign country is getting used to the difference in appearance and interaction. Be it the difference in dress and overall physical appearance (Italian men, you know what I'm talking about), the language barrier, or my favorite, Chinglish! The substitution of Chinese words for English ones really is a clever game, especially when that Chinese person has a limited vocabulary :)
The other day I was having a coffee at a local expat bookstore. It was mid afternoon and the place wasn't very busy. I was sitting alone in a corner with several open chairs and sofas to my right and left. I was reading a book about an American in Beijing, (most appropriate) when I a young Chinese woman approached me as asked if she could sit next to me. Clearly, I took no issue with it, it ain't my country! She was very chatty, very friendly and very bizarre. Were I in the United States, I'd swear she was hitting on me, but as I was in China, I had to remind myself that a) neither of us really know how to interact with each other and b) "pretty" is probably one of the 20 or so words she knows. Needless to say, I made a friend. And let's face it, being called pretty sure beats being called a white devil!
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she obviously picked up on your lesbian vibes. you totally winked at her didnt you!!
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