The past week part 7: No more past weeks please!

    This is the last installment of what was supposed to be a long ass post that began with the termination of perhaps the most trivial yet serious "relationship" I've had in ages in which I thought some potential long term aspects could have been achieved, but I was merely clouded by hazy smoke. She had good genes, but  supposedly I wasn't good enough for her in her delusional sunshine fairyland world where elves idolized her like some kind of angelic entity who couldn't even see her own two feet because her head was above the clouds. Enough of this person for now. Let's flip the page, turn the chapter, and fire up the coal-powered engines forward.
    A day after meeting T, I was sore and exhausted. I had caught some kind of flu-like symptoms that left me sleepless and saggy. For whatever reasons against my better judgement, I decided to routinely ask a friend named H out. When I asked her, I was half kidding because I never thought she would say yes on such short notice and while it was raining. I asked her what she has been craving lately and she wanted frozen yogurt. I picked her up and found myself smack dabbed in District 4. I liked the ghettoness feeling once in a while and District 4 is known for being definitely dank- especially compared to District 1 right across the river. So we walked and talked and walked some more and talked some more. Several times I would grab her arm or hand in "fear" of crossing the street. Perhaps, I was just taking advantage of her? hahaha. I'm kidding. Not really. I was really scared. No lie. But it was nice that sometimes our arms would bump into each other by "accident".

           We walked so far and without realizing it we found ourselves crossing the Ong Lanh Bridge over to Tran Hung Dao St. This was my first time crossing a bridge on foot and yes, I did felt like a cheap 15 dollar hooker, but being with H made me generally happy. There's nothing to complain about H, except the fact that she has a curfew and she mentioned how she has had a bad impression of Viet kieus. This was fine, I'm not worried at all. The weather has been generally less humid and very mild at night now. I guess it's the luxurious cooling off period that we have right before the summer scorch that will surely cause us to want to strip down to our birthday suits even in the middle of the night. By the way, it's 2 AM right now, and I'm sweating profusely and need to turn the damn AC on. So we finally made it to a frozen yogurt place and I opted to get coffee instead of yogurt. This decision kept me up all night thanks to the caffeine. I haven't had coffee in ages. I don't recall the last time I even had coffee in Vietnam. What do I drink at cafes? A fresh coconut. A young fresh coconut. That's how I bang fooooz. Young fresh coconut styyyyyle.
         Hanging out with H confirmed to me that I need to stick with people closer to my age or at least college students. I know I've trashed the Vietnamese education into the ground and I'm sure universities here are crap too, but at least they help expand and open up the potential for more intelligent conversations. Frozen yogurt here is similar to back home. You have your conventional flavors. Nothing too fancy and nothing too exotic. There's certainly no canine flavor---- yet. I noted that the prices were slightly more expensive than back home, but the roaring AC made up for it.

        After a sub-par drink, for whatever reasons we decided to go check out cheap knock off sunglasses and watches on a specific street. I love how the locals set up and sell the same stuff next to each other for the "conveniences" of the customer. Makeshift stores were set up along public streets and walls. Fake sunglasses ranged anywhere from four dollars a pop to even 10 dollars. It was kind of fun checking out all the designs and such after being handed a mirror. It was a good activity for flirting. I never thought I liked shopping all that much. Maybe I just like being around H? I ended up buying a pair of clear sunglasses that made my eyes hurt, so I stopped wearing them after a day. I tried to look for quality fake G-Shocks, but they sure weren't worth it. Even Vietnam has bad knockoffs of knockoffs.

I dropped her back home at around midnight and that was that. I don't know how I feel.