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After work, I stopped by the Chinatown Night Market to check out for stationary sets (only one unappealing boix could be found), phones (only accessories) and at Lollipop's request, shaved ice (none available). Of course, I ran into F21 (wearing the jade necklace) again. We were awkward... again. It may be because he called me up last summer for dinner and I declined... and didn't talk to him for the rest of the season. It doesn't seem to be a summer at all for me without some form of contact with him. As far as I can tell, it's been every summer since he set up his booth at Richmond Night Market.
NDM once mentioned the difference between dating a girl and going on a couple dates with a girl. (Of course, I can't find that entry now. He only leaves his eye candy for show. Any words are immediately swallowed up by him again - taken back to the source.) I can relate to the feeling.
I've never dated F21. I went on a couple outings and possibly one date with him..... which ended with him testing donuts at Stanley Park while I try to finish my ice cream. It's always an odd moment with him. Our language barrier doesn't help and he refuses to go along with the odd splatter of Chinese and English. I understand him. I simply reply back in English. He insists I speak Chinese to him or he'll attempt to speak his broken English to me. It leaves a bit lacking. We avoid a lot of verbal communications. Maybe I'll take him out clubbing with Lollipop and her friends. He might enjoy it if he doesn't feel old. He's painfully shy and yet, at times, when I listen to him male bond with his boys, he comes off almost arrogant - almost to the point where I want to prick and pop his bubble. His sister pushes him at me, egging him on to have fun with his life. (He's a workoholic.) His niece mentions a "girlfriend" in China. I never know what to say. They are almost like a horrid Chinese soap opera waiting to happen. Thankfully, I keep my polite distance.
I didn't stay at Chinatown Night Market. If I did, at F21's insistence, he'd feed me some noodles he made himself, plop down a can of pop by my hand (despite the fact I decline carbonated drinks unless dancing at a club) and offer to drive me home at the end of it all. I've seen him and his buddies pack up into their van so often, I could probably do it blindfolded myself. I almost miss the routine, coming down to his tent every weekend.
All in all, it's the same as other summers. If I ever want to see him, I know where to find him on the weekends. His cellphone number is still the same and he continues to offer to buy me clothes with no commitment required from me. I'm not in a looking mood, especially for him. F21 is a dead end. He's only for platonic fun and not even verbally stimulating one at that.
Obviously, walking to the skytrain from the Night Market left me in a musing mood. At least I have it all shoved out of my brain and left here to languish.
Yesterday I wrote the first letter of 5000... and it's to rhetorical_soul. I've already decided, for the first ten recipitents will be individuals I didn't write to in June.
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Lollipop, my partner-in-crime, my best buddy, my godsister, my childhood friend, my distant-cousin-related-to-me-via-my-mom-and-her-mom, my rock during a family breakdown....
She's off to Nanaimo on Vancouver Island this weekend to finish writing a paper. She dragged her brother and his laptop along. It's to keep her isolated from her nutty friends calling her out, karate people hanging out and clubbing it up downtown. Knowing she is there makes me wish she was here.
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