So going to Palawan, I had a hunch that most probably we will be crashing on to some foreign tourists, and most likely there will arise a need to strike up a conversation with them. My thought was: I could handle it, I mean I did have some flawless conversation with a couple of tourists during my Indochina trip, surely I can do that again in Palawan.
So feeling confident, I figured it should be fine.
Do people need to think about these small things? I mean, it shouldn't be much of a problem right? They are humans too and they don't bite... really.
So we were in El Nido Palawan, and we just got in the van we signed up for a trip to the Underground river. Before heading to our destination, we had to pick up a couple in an inn somewhere in town. So we slowly skid our way in front of the inn's entrance, and suddenly came out a couple of Europeans. The girl, a french lady, broadly built but she still looked stunning with her Scarlett Johanssen face. And the guy. This guy was wearing his crisp white polo, khaki cargo shorts and this stellar glasses, first thing I thought was he just looked like Liam Hemsworth. Even after seconds of just looking at them hurriedly wearing their shoes out in the patio, left me with a ball of hair down my throat. I was at the edge of my seat. Now obviously, that doesn't happen to me ever so often. Me attracted to a guy this much, doesn't come by too often as it has with girls. For some reason, a handsome face that would make me swoon is a rare happening. Very rare that it made me question... Why?! Where are the good looking guys at? Maybe I do have a high standard for guys, but still, there should be at least 2 or 3 guys(a year) who could match up to it.
Anyways, so there they got in the van and seated comfortably behind us. I was practically silent. Yes. In my head, I was already thinking of something to say...
Hey where are you guys from?
How long have you been here?
How are you? My name is...
Isn't this a wonderful day? My name is...
You know what, you guys look like Hollywood stars, can I have a picture taken with the both of you?
I mean, every introductory lines I could possibly think of, I've already thought of twice or maybe more than that. And there I was, just seated facing ahead, pretending to be checking on some pictures, taking pictures, talking to my mother beside me, sleeping, every possible thing you could do except being friendly and talk to the few tourists seated nearby.
In one of our stops, we had lunch at a beach, and there we were lining up for the buffet. The couple were lining up ahead of us, I thought that it would be a perfect time to just talk to them. And again in my head, there went lines and lines that I could possibly say, and finally she stared my way... the Scarlett Johanssen looking lady was there looking at me, which was the perfect point to open my friggin mouth and say something nice, but all I ended up with was
an awkward smile.
a smile that says, I've been meaning to talk to you for hours but I can't seem to do it. So I hope you could see all that frustrated energy and friendship on my face.
So feeling confident, I figured it should be fine.
Do people need to think about these small things? I mean, it shouldn't be much of a problem right? They are humans too and they don't bite... really.
So we were in El Nido Palawan, and we just got in the van we signed up for a trip to the Underground river. Before heading to our destination, we had to pick up a couple in an inn somewhere in town. So we slowly skid our way in front of the inn's entrance, and suddenly came out a couple of Europeans. The girl, a french lady, broadly built but she still looked stunning with her Scarlett Johanssen face. And the guy. This guy was wearing his crisp white polo, khaki cargo shorts and this stellar glasses, first thing I thought was he just looked like Liam Hemsworth. Even after seconds of just looking at them hurriedly wearing their shoes out in the patio, left me with a ball of hair down my throat. I was at the edge of my seat. Now obviously, that doesn't happen to me ever so often. Me attracted to a guy this much, doesn't come by too often as it has with girls. For some reason, a handsome face that would make me swoon is a rare happening. Very rare that it made me question... Why?! Where are the good looking guys at? Maybe I do have a high standard for guys, but still, there should be at least 2 or 3 guys(a year) who could match up to it.
Anyways, so there they got in the van and seated comfortably behind us. I was practically silent. Yes. In my head, I was already thinking of something to say...
Hey where are you guys from?
How long have you been here?
How are you? My name is...
Isn't this a wonderful day? My name is...
You know what, you guys look like Hollywood stars, can I have a picture taken with the both of you?
I mean, every introductory lines I could possibly think of, I've already thought of twice or maybe more than that. And there I was, just seated facing ahead, pretending to be checking on some pictures, taking pictures, talking to my mother beside me, sleeping, every possible thing you could do except being friendly and talk to the few tourists seated nearby.
In one of our stops, we had lunch at a beach, and there we were lining up for the buffet. The couple were lining up ahead of us, I thought that it would be a perfect time to just talk to them. And again in my head, there went lines and lines that I could possibly say, and finally she stared my way... the Scarlett Johanssen looking lady was there looking at me, which was the perfect point to open my friggin mouth and say something nice, but all I ended up with was
an awkward smile.
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a smile that says, I've been meaning to talk to you for hours but I can't seem to do it. So I hope you could see all that frustrated energy and friendship on my face.
4 comments:
Haha, most of us need a little time to get our act together, although it doesn't help with those `ships in the night' contacts.
Oh well, some tourists probably do bite.
Cheers, ic
Well, all things considered, it's probably better than my reaction, which would be to talk crap solidly for three hours, then sit there cringing later on when I remembered the nonsense I'd been gibbering st them.
I guess beauty has that effect of rendering us speechless. Better perhaps to just stare silently and flash that awkward smile.
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