Sunday, December 18, 2011

"I Don't Think You Said No… 然后呢?"

Dajie asked me what I was doing Tuesday. I knew what she was up to. She's been trying to hook me up with her daughter for a while now. I'm not even sure that her daughter speaks English, not that that would be a deal breaker, but it would definitely be hard since my Chinese is still pretty much crap—not to mention so many other things.

I still haven't gotten over that the Chinese verb for the equivalent of "hang out," 玩儿, literally means "play." So Dajie's literal question to me today was "{Do you want to play with my daughter, my husband, and me?}"

The problem is, she and I are close. Maybe problem's the wrong word for it. We spend a lot of time together, me giving her quick English lessons when I can, her having started from nothing, and then there's me, who stumbles through Chinese, also having started from nothing and just now being able to join in conversations, more than two years later. So we have some common ground. We're always trying to get the other one to join in on two-language meals. Every so often is "{Do you have a girlfriend?}" which is a weird question considering that everybody knows everything pretty much.

"{No.}"

"{Here's a picture of my daughter getting kissed by a walrus. Isn't she beautiful?}"

"{Yes, very beautiful.}"

"{When you have time, we can go play at the zoo together.}"

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