my thesis is almost done, i just have to add some examples and reread it a few times.
meanwhile me and roy are having a great time. very calm, very comforting.
we are completely in phase with each other.
our major problems are the following:
i hate him working too much and being upset with it when something bad crops up all of a sudden
and that he makes it so difficult for me to get through to him at these moments.
and he tells me my english - or should i say american (hahah that's an inside joke)? - punctuation is dreadful.
he tells me he can't believe i've always had an A for my russian at school.
and that i was working as a journalist and that i verse.
and one more thing that freaks him out is me reading in russian.
it's the first book i'm reading in russian since i got here, 'the glass bead game' by gesse.
i make a face on what i read, he looks over my should and doesn't understand a shit.
'that's very frustrating,' he admits.
'i'll get better with commas and dots and apparently you're to work on russian,' i'd mock.
as for the rest are having this quiet, plain life - a definition he found offensive.
as for me, i kinda enjoy it at the moment. when i told him that he bursted out,
'you know, love, that's not exactly a kind of characteristic i'd love to have from a girl i'm really into.'
for this reason he was truly beaming when a couple of days later my downstairs neighbour came by,
apologetically told us his little nephews are guesting for a couple of weeks this summer break
and uneasily asked us to try to be a little quieter.
i suggested he was talking about us watching tv or having our friends over,
roy only smiled in response, 'amie, you are in fact malicious, but that's not gonna break me down. we both know that's not what he was talking about.'
considering his embarrassment, roy is completely right and i don't even try to contradict, all i say is,
'you guys never change. you can seem mature and serious and grown up
but when it comes to sex and what you have in your pants, you're back in junior high!'
roy smiles again, 'one way or another the guy made my day!'
next thing i know he comes towards me sitting in the dining room, narrows his eyes and tells,
'that is ungrateful but something tells me we won't grant his wish, not tonight.'
he picks me up in his hands and proves himself right.