I'm not sure how well I will readjust to uk life... western looks are considered so beautiful here that im starting to feel all hot problems.
Someone did a double take and dropped their shopping because I walked past them in the supermarket today.
I had read about this happening, but didnt expect it to be true, as most other bloggers were banging on about being chased down the street by people who thought they were gods or something, and how being told how gorgeous they are seriously hinders their way of life. It's not all that, trust.
Usually, its people i'm actually talking to who just snide into the conversation a nonchalant 'you are velly beautifuru'. Or the ease in social situations that make blonde people aggressive.
However there was this one time...
I was at the port at a time of no ferries, so all was quiet. I thought I would take the chance to experience Yaoi Kusama's red pumpkin alone. I climbed inside the artwork and marvelled at the way the sunlight created new everchanging polkadots, and how the colours of the sky and pumpkin were reflected onto the concrete, creating a softer more natural, meditative place, bringing the instillation into a deeper sphere than the exterior pop art visuals frequent.
I heard a noise behind me.
It was a small throat clearance, perhaps a polite japanese way of asking me to move from the doorway, so they could see the work.
I shuffled along the claustraphobic pumpkin wall. It was a man in a suit.
"Konnichiwa''.
"Konnichiwa'' I replied.
"Are you sightseeing?''
I explained that I lived here, in japanese, (because its always good to practice) and I asked him what he was doing. He told me, and then said something I didn't understand.
"Summimasen I'm sorry wakarimasen I dont understand.''
"Eh...'' he stammered, ''you're so beautiful!''.
...
I heard a noise behind me.
It was a small throat clearance, perhaps a polite japanese way of asking me to move from the doorway, so they could see the work.
I shuffled along the claustraphobic pumpkin wall. It was a man in a suit.
"Konnichiwa''.
"Konnichiwa'' I replied.
"Are you sightseeing?''
I explained that I lived here, in japanese, (because its always good to practice) and I asked him what he was doing. He told me, and then said something I didn't understand.
"Summimasen I'm sorry wakarimasen I dont understand.''
"Eh...'' he stammered, ''you're so beautiful!''.
...
I mumbled thanks then squeezed my way past him, and inelegantly clambered back out of the pumpkin. (I mean, what do you say!)
A note for all men trying to compliment a woman: dont do it in a small space whilst you are blocking the only exit!


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