Dienstag, August 30, 2005
Mom, am I still a virgin?
You know how health class dittos always talked about the ways besides sex that a girl could break her hymen: horseback riding, riding a bike...
Well, today while biking, I braked and landed in such a way that if I were I guy I probably would not have walked awy from. Ouch. Honestly, it didn't hurt that much... good to know that pesky ol' hymen has to be out of the way though ;-)
Later, I biked to the lake again. This time I wore sneakers :) I am getting sooo much better! At the lake there were lots of old, hairy men in Speedos--lying around, reading newspapers, etc.~~and I thought speedos had gone out of fashion. (shudder) One thing I have noticed though. While I admit that there are a LOT more overweight Americans than Germans, the overweight Germans are waaaay more comfortable with their bodies...
After supper, I took the U-Bahn to town to meet some other au pairs. Although they ended up not being able to make it (we will try again tomorrow) and I just got some ice cream on my own and walked around and listened to this band playing, the U-Bahn ride gave me the opportunity to try two new things... (Ok, to get the full effect, you have to picture me wearing my cute cleavage-y green tank top and the black bra that I own that makes my boobs look really really good...)
I got to be German. The smelliest, nastiest, grossest guy got on the UB and sat RIGHT across from me even though there were like 23049809 empty seats. He was wearing a faded pink shirt--the kind that says, 'I tried to do my own laundry... and look what happened to my white t-shirt.' He also carried a small clock--like a little square alarm clock--I guess watches are 'out.' So... I gave looked at him in a hard, condescending way, then shifted in my seat to look out the windows across the aisle. Ahh yes, the German art of being unfriendly. Woohoo! Thanks various Hannover-ians for teaching me how to do it!
I got to make the first move. Ok, so after smelly guy left, this other guy came and sat diagonally across from me. We made eye contact, smiled at each other, and looked back our respective directions. Now, this guy was kind of pasty and nerdy even for me, but whatever... So, I keep looking up and trying to see what he was reading (it looked like English) and he kept looking up and looking at my chest. Hilarious. I have never really observed a guy doing that so obviously before... well, maybe most guys are more smooth or something... Finally, after chest-stare 77787435 I look at him and say, 'Is that English?' He tells me that it is English & German. We make small talk for awhile, until he says he has to get off... So, I grab his pen and write down my email.. he gives me his back, and I decide to hop off with him. We talk for a little bit more, part ways, and I hope back on the U-Bahn. His name is Sven (sorry, not Hans or Günther) and he is home on vacation from Uni. Do judging... I need all the friends I can get ;-)
You know how health class dittos always talked about the ways besides sex that a girl could break her hymen: horseback riding, riding a bike...
Well, today while biking, I braked and landed in such a way that if I were I guy I probably would not have walked awy from. Ouch. Honestly, it didn't hurt that much... good to know that pesky ol' hymen has to be out of the way though ;-)
Later, I biked to the lake again. This time I wore sneakers :) I am getting sooo much better! At the lake there were lots of old, hairy men in Speedos--lying around, reading newspapers, etc.~~and I thought speedos had gone out of fashion. (shudder) One thing I have noticed though. While I admit that there are a LOT more overweight Americans than Germans, the overweight Germans are waaaay more comfortable with their bodies...
After supper, I took the U-Bahn to town to meet some other au pairs. Although they ended up not being able to make it (we will try again tomorrow) and I just got some ice cream on my own and walked around and listened to this band playing, the U-Bahn ride gave me the opportunity to try two new things... (Ok, to get the full effect, you have to picture me wearing my cute cleavage-y green tank top and the black bra that I own that makes my boobs look really really good...)
I got to be German. The smelliest, nastiest, grossest guy got on the UB and sat RIGHT across from me even though there were like 23049809 empty seats. He was wearing a faded pink shirt--the kind that says, 'I tried to do my own laundry... and look what happened to my white t-shirt.' He also carried a small clock--like a little square alarm clock--I guess watches are 'out.' So... I gave looked at him in a hard, condescending way, then shifted in my seat to look out the windows across the aisle. Ahh yes, the German art of being unfriendly. Woohoo! Thanks various Hannover-ians for teaching me how to do it!
I got to make the first move. Ok, so after smelly guy left, this other guy came and sat diagonally across from me. We made eye contact, smiled at each other, and looked back our respective directions. Now, this guy was kind of pasty and nerdy even for me, but whatever... So, I keep looking up and trying to see what he was reading (it looked like English) and he kept looking up and looking at my chest. Hilarious. I have never really observed a guy doing that so obviously before... well, maybe most guys are more smooth or something... Finally, after chest-stare 77787435 I look at him and say, 'Is that English?' He tells me that it is English & German. We make small talk for awhile, until he says he has to get off... So, I grab his pen and write down my email.. he gives me his back, and I decide to hop off with him. We talk for a little bit more, part ways, and I hope back on the U-Bahn. His name is Sven (sorry, not Hans or Günther) and he is home on vacation from Uni. Do judging... I need all the friends I can get ;-)
# posted by Heather @ 10:32 PM 
