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some people just don’t take a hint. i met a man about a month ago and he asked me for my phone number. knowing where such an encounter can lead, i was hesitant to give it to him. i did anyway because i’m a sucker.

he called me a number of times and i was always busy. if i wasn’t busy i mustered up the courage to lie to him and tell him that i was anyway. finally he was able to ring me in.

we were driving home from supper when we saw someone waving to us driving the other direction. i didn’t think anything of it. maybe it was another teacher. he turned around and followed us. when we got home i realized who it was. it was he.

i promised him to go to have coffee with him the next day at two. i hoped he would forget or have another engagement but, at one fifty, he knocked on my door.

he is a very stylish person. his hair is cropped close to his head but he gels it in a very interesting way. every strand of hair seems to be pointing in a different direction. his clothes were only the finest. his shirt was ribbed and his pants had more pockets than i had ever seen. when he drove he wore a dkny hat and sunglasses that stretched across his face and make him look terribly fast.

we had coffee and it was pleasant. he is a modern, independent vietnamese man. he talked about life and what he did and what he wanted to do and where he wanted to go. we got on the subject of girlfriends and he said that he had one but his parents didn’t approve.

i thought surely this man wouldn’t have problems with his parents. he was older than me. he said his old girlfriend was too modern for his parents and that he couldn’t date her anymore. he had stopped dating her because of his parents. old vietnam meets new vietnam and guess who wins?

he took me to karaoke. where else would you take a stranger in long xuyen? we sang a few songs and he sounded like smoky robinson. we had a wonderful night.