February 14, 2011 in Jerusalem and I wake up sick as a dog. I had been feeling kind of weak all weekend long, but had been trying to take care of myself, so I thought I was doing much better. Monday morning I realized I really wasn't. I didn't go to work. Instead, I stayed home and slept a bit more.
Oh, Valentine's day!
It's funny because no one in the house knew it was Valentine's day. I didn't want to make a big deal out of it, and be the super American about it. I mean, I totally would have if I felt like it, but feeling like I was, I didn't think I could do it justice.
Anyways, the day carried along, and I didn't receive a single call- not even my mom, who I've been talking to almost every day. It's not a big deal at all (so, mom, don't freak out). What's funny is that at about six in the afternoon my phone rings; it's one of the shopkeepers from the old city! I gave him my phone number when I was apartment hunting...big mistake!
He called to tell me he missed me and that he'd like to take me out to dinner sometime. He didn't just say it like that, but he kind of declared his love the Arab way: "Oh, Mariam, my heart hurts because you're not here, and I think of you so much..."- all of this in kind of a whiny voice I can't stand. This guy, by the way, is like five ft. tall, and has a speech impediment of some sort, so he pronounces the letter "r" kind of funny...sweet guy, just not my type at all.
I didn't really know what to say to all that stuff he was saying, so I kind of laughed. I also made it clear that I don't want a boyfriend or a husband. He said he'd call me the day after...I asked him not to. End of the conversation.
Oh, Valentine's day!
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