My bf came up with the genius idea to get up at 2.45am this morning to watch Sweden play Russia in the European football championship... I can tell u this much: when the alarm rang I didn't move. And thank lord I didn't. They lost to Russia, 2-0, so nothing worth losing sleep over. We have watched some other games (in the middle of the night), and I'll def be watching the final, but watching football games on CCTV with Chinese commentators is a bit boring, because the commentators don't get very excited in their commenting, and well... it's just not the same as watching it at home. (Plus -u're dead tired the next morning). But anyways, enough about football.
Yesterday I had an interesting moment at the gym. I work out at the same gym as a very beefy guy, and we have chatted a few times. He is one half Mongolian, one forth something, and one forth something else and has lived in America for many years, so he speaks with a very special dialect which I find hard to understand. Hi is very short (the top of his head reached my chin...)and round everywhere, and when I say everywhere I really mean it -hands, feet, bum (not that I've been looking but..), head... he just looks like a big, pumping muscle walking around with hair on the top. Unless someone didn't get it: he doesn't look good. But he has told me before that one of his biggest fears is to become a skinny Chinese guy.. (Well, he def doesn't have to worry about that).
Anyways, what happened the other day at the gym is a bit... weird. He knows I have a bf. He has a gf. And still, he asked for my phone number. While I was working out?! (Actually -aren't there rules for these things? Dos and don'ts for when you can and cannot ask someone for a phone nr?) Obviously I wasn't carrying around my mobile phone but he simply pulled out his. I said I don't remembered my phone number (I don't... or OK, I probably do, but NOT when I am working out!) so in the end I never gave it to him... But still. Obviously, since this happened at the gym, there was a bit of an audience. Great.
When I later told one of my girl friends she said:
"Well, there you go. One short, beefy Mongolian guy, one tall Shanghainese taxi driver, and two old Taiwanese men wanting a mistress! And you say the Chinese men are not into you!"
Yeah, true. I should feel so special.