yes, the closest thing I have to a picture is 1500 years old
Came home late last night. The trishaw offered to take me to ‘nice Sri Lankan girls’ which was just scary. I’ve actually been getting (marginally) more play here, though it’s certainly not baseball. In the Americas there are 4 bases, ranging from kissing to sex. In Sri Lanka, however, they play cricket. I seem to bounce from First to Second and back again. Not that I especially mind. Seriously, if you’re reading this, I don’t mind at all. Anything more without real affection is both boring or depressing. There are a few points on girls which I’ve been mulling over. Most of them aren’t mine. The parts that aren’t heresay are pure speculation, not that I have to remind anyone to correct me. Electra should have a field day ; )
Where Are They?
I think J-Buddy explained to me that most girls are from conservative families and hence sitting at home. I’d venture that many are also abroad. As such, there’s intense competition for the few girls that do go out. I’d say that 90% of the girls I meet are dating someone, who is usually right there. Often employed or attractive or something boring like that. I’ve been told that when a couple breaks up you need to call the girl that day, before someone else does. Going for the conservative girl market directly is a no-no cause I think you have to at lease imply marriage. And explain yourself to parents. The line between ‘sitting-at-home-all-day’ and ‘freelance’ is precarious, if not imperceptible.
I see a fair amount of fit girls on the bus (I’d say 1/75 people). Sometimes you’ll find a girl that smells nice, which is like finding a flower in concrete. Unfortunately the class divide seems to be pretty large. I don’t speak Sinhala beyond getting ripped off by Trishaw drivers which, pimps nonwithstanding, does not help. The working class here lives a life I don’t understand at all. I may be taking the bus, but I have 50,000 Rs worth of electronics in my pocket. The bloody problem is that I’m too rich for the bus and too poor to have a car. I’m not rich enough (re: at all) to impress the Crescat girls that speak English, but I can’t even talk to anyone else.
Getting A Room
I live in the annex of my parent’s house. By annex I mean, um, large hallway. I sleep pretty well and it’s certainly cheaper than my last apartment, but no privacy. Not to mention the insanely uncomfortable breakfast-after situation. There’s always the girl’s house, but I’m reluctant to embarass other people’s parents. Last time I stupidly fell asleep there and her mom caught me sneaking out. By sneaking out, I mean going up and down the stairs four times. She asked “Who are you, and what are you doing here?” – both important questions. I had the first one down, but I think my second answer was a combination of “Uhhh…” and running. Also met the landlord opening the gate on the way out. And my dad on the way in. If I ran into Jesus and Mr. Rogers upstairs I think I could’ve embarrassed myself more. Where do people go when they live with their families? One thing I see is people kinda cuddling at the back of the last few A/C buses, but that must be wholly unsatisfactory. There are also the gross pleather booths at the Savoy. There’s got to be something else.
The hive mind is finely attuned to sexual activity. There are like 2-degrees of separation between people here, and everybody is in everybody else’s business. One could actually be related to any girl, so it’s good to check. I guess ‘related’ can apply to school and social connections as well, which can cause as much suffering. One thing about the West is that you can have horrible bridge-burning relationships and never have to see or hear about that person again. Not in Sri Lanka.
Are You Real?
Oh no, you’re on the Internet. wtf.
Note>: There are lot of people coming to this page off of Google who are perhaps not interested in the discussion. If you want to see actual Sri Lankan models, check out Impakt.