Laku Noc
That’s Surbian for Goodnight. At least that’s what Milo said!
Who is Milo?
I met Milo at the bus stop several weeks ago. I met him on my way home from Trini’s farewell get-to-gether, where I was her only American friend. The other ladies whom she chose to join us that evening were all friends from back home who were also in the states, or whom she had met here, but were originially from Trinidad and also studying in NY. So yes, my dear friend Trini, from Trinidad goes back home for good after almost a decade in NY. She is missed dearly already, but she had her fill of NY and decided that she was done with struggling to be sponsored for her Visa and pay rent when she could get a very decent job back home using the MBA she completed here in the states. I told her "I don’t wanna say goodbye to one of New Yorks borrowed treasures. Ms. Timkee, you’ve painted this city with a beautiful red hue that will brighten the rest of my days on this island! ‘I am a part of all that I have met’ – take a part of me with you to Trinidad and set me on the sand beside you 😉 I’ll miss you and will see you SOON!" I’m hoping to make a trip out there soon for Carnival as we had discussed countless times (Trini, Asia, and I). Getting older, and losing my college buddies =’s no fun!
So back to Milo. On my way back home I met him and he is a 6’4 Surbian gentleman with the typical blonde hair, blue eyes, pointy prominent nose, but very handsome I would say. He wears a pair of small glasses that give him quite the studious look. His English is not perfect, but that evening (despite the both of us having had a few drinks separately) managed a 40 minute conversation while waiting for our bus. Shisty was on her way to get me, but urged me to get on the bus much to my dismay. I knew that she would probably get there before I got to where she wanted me to meet her. The second Milo and I jumped on the bus, she called and yelled "get off! get off! I just saw your bus pass us!," and so in a rush to get off before it was too late, Milo and I only shared a wave good-bye. I was cool with that.
Evidently fate had other plans.
Two weeks later, I’m on the bus heading in the other direction now, sick as a dog, but like a champ chugging into work and who do I see? It’s Milo towards the back of the bus with a beaming smile and a friendly wave. Naturally I could not just continue to seat myself at the front, so I went over to say hello. Long story short, we exchanged phone numbers at his request and here are some text excerpts that followed:
Milo: I was very sad to no get your number when we see each other. I am very glad to see you again.
Me: Some thankful jibberish
Milo: Hope so we see soon on coffee
After asking me for coffee the following evening via text and my having to decline b/c I had rehearsal, he persevered onward with the following:
Milo: What about very late coffe on G Diners?
Me: Sure. Tonight might be fine then. I can meet you there at about 10pm.
We met for coffee after rehearsal the night after our second chance encounter. I realized then how deliciously tall he was and boy did he smell equally as delicious, but still there was that whole language barrier thing. I’m not sure if I’m capable of giving in to the idea of a romance with someone who does not speak clean english. I love the written english word so much and communicating with it! I feel as though our communication is limited. I need to enlist the advice of my cousin BigM.Sis because her husband is from Turkey and she had to have endured the same communication barrier.
This is what I feel is recently preventing me from accepting his COUNTLESS offers of "Whan I can see you?"
Transcript of our last conversation:
Me: Lol
Milo: And? lol
Me: And what?
Milo:Yes, when I can see you?
Me: Why do you want to see me so much! lol
Milo: Do I need rally to explane that I like to speek whit female lions about volley ball lol
Me: (Thinking ‘he can sometimes be funny’) Weirdo!
Milo: What mein WEIRDO???
Me: I’m mostly kidding.
Milo: That’s very good I like that!!!
Me: You like that I’m kidding? Or that I’m a leo who plays volleyball?
Milo: Hahahah yes you are my famus leo who play volley. Lol
Me: I’m not yours and I’m not famous!
Milo: Ok. Why you med on me?
Me: Um, I don’t know if I understand. I’m not mad at you.
Milo: Uh ok I don’t now. Honestly I like you and I wont to meet you better. If I doing samething wrong please tall me
Me: It’s just unusual for a guy to want to see me so much. Its just not what I’m used to. We can meet over the weekend.
Milo: Ok. When ever you can. But I am nice guy please remember that. Ok.
Me: I will. Promise. Maybe you were right. I am scared of you, but not for the reasons you think. I think because you’re from another culture, we handle things differently, and that does scare me. Truth is, I’m not totally avoiding meeting you again. The show is soon and I’m very busy with rehearsals and sick, so I’m tired a lot. Maybe Friday we will see each other for some karoake with my friends.
Milo: Wow, wow. Why you scared beffoure you meet me. I am deferent culture but I am normal human bin.
Me: It is hard to explain. You do things differently than most American men. I’m just not used to the attention.
Milo: Wow ok. That’s good or bad?
Me: Bad, because that is what is keeping me from wanting to meet you again. It makes me uncomfortable.
Milo: Oh. Ok. I must think about that becouse I don’t wont to chance me. I don’t do it nothing wrong.
Me: Okaayyy…I undestand……I think!
Milo: Maybe is not usual bat i didnt do anything wrong. I now that. I am nice guy and very respact woman.
Me: I never said you did anything wrong. I also did not say you are not a nice guy. We are not communicating well because of our language barrier.
This is where he almost had me piss myself laughing over how abbrasive and commanding he seemed with his next text, while I’m watching DWTS!
Milo: I don’t have language barier. I understand you very wal. And now what?
Me: See, in my opinion, friends don’t ask friends "what now" we are not even friends yet, we can be….that’s all. I said I will see if I feel better by Friday. That’s all. I’m going to sleep now. Have a good night.
And there it ended.
Meanwhile, I’ve only seen the guy face to face for a total of maybe 2-3 hours max.
40 Minutes – At Bus stop
25 Minutes – Bus ride
1 Hr. – Coffee encounter at the diner
That is BARELY breaking 2 hrs. so please imagine my confusion with how interested he seems. Don’t get me wrong, he is a sweet man, a good looking man, he lives SUPER nearby (but still doesn’t necessarily know exactly where I live since I turned down his offer to walk me home), he is attentive. Every time I’ve said something about having rehearsal, a volley game, that I’m sick, he asks me either later that evening or the next day "How was rehearsal, how is your health, did you win Volleyball game?" That is nice, but I’m still weary of his intent.
So this is where my unromantic life stands….almost at a still. I almost caught myself telling him that I’m still not over someone…but then realized shortly thereafter, I have not been with Jibby in almost a year. We broke up last in January of 2010. It’s going to be 2011 soon. That is sad, very sad, that I would still be using him as an excuse not to move forward.
Much Love Always To All My Readers,
The Romanceless Rose