Where do people even get shirts like this?
The Chinese says “My House”
The Tales of Hoffmann (Les contes d'Hoffmann) is an opéra fantastique by Jacques Offenbach. The French libretto was written by Jules Barbier, based on three short stories by E. T. A. Hoffmann, who is the protagonist of the story.
I’m pretty sure this was my first opera and probably my last. I was really confused the entire time and had a hard time understanding the translated subtitles. I was impressed that the actors/singers were able to memorize 3.5 hours of dialogue/songs and the set design was incredible. However, pretty sure opera isn’t my thing.
However, I was pretty excited to go inside the National Centre for the Performing Arts, which is super cool looking building surrounded by water.
After going on so many “bad” dates, it’s tough to get the willpower to go back out there. Sitting at home alone half-naked under my air con watching Netflix and eating Chinese Cheetos has started to sound a lot more appealing than going out to dinner on a date.
This is our first date
Her: So, you want kids?
Me: I’m not opposed to having them
Her: What about living in China the rest of your life?
Me: Definitely not
Her: So, you hate China?
Me: Not at all, I just don’t want to live here forever
Her: Then this isn’t going to work
Me: Sorry what?
Her: I need someone committed to me, and that means living in China forever
Me: Should we just get the bill now or…?
A typical WeChat conversation
Me: Hey any plans for the weekend?
Me: You’re going to sleep all weekend?
Her: Yes, so tired from work.
Me: Do you want to grab a drink or something?
Her: No, sorry, I’ll be sleeping
This is also a super common response from colleagues I work with. ‘Sleeping’ is often replaced by the word ‘resting,’ which for most Chinese means laying in bed playing around on their phone and not leaving their apartment all weekend.
We go to a nice Mexican restaurant around 6pm and both get food and drinks. We both get a substantial amount of food plus chips & salsa (which are not free in China) and no, she’s not fat. After we pay, this happens:
Her: I want a salad
Me: Why didn’t you order one?
Her: Well, I don’t want one from here, I want one from this little café I know
Me: You’re still hungry? I mean, I guess we could ride my scooter there
I just rode 12km to get to the Mexican place, and now I’m taking this girl 10km to some café because “they have the best salads.” We get there, she wants to sit on the rooftop, but their lights aren’t working, so we’re literally sitting the dark while she’s munching away on a salad and I’m drinking a beer. I’m not super excited to be in this situation. After she finishes her salad, she makes it abundantly clear that she wants to go home, so we walk outside.
Me: Well, that was super weird, but nice to see you! Are you going to get a Didi or take the subway home?
Her: You’re not going to drive me back to where we met?
Me: My battery is running low, plus I’d have to ride back here and I’ve gotta be getting home
Her: That’s so rude
Me: You chose this place
Her: Ya but it’s your responsibility to take me back
Me: I’m sorry?
Before the date, she explicitly told me she was a vegetarian and she’d only go out to dinner if I took her to a vegetarian restaurant, but not Indian. I love demanding girls, off to a great start.
Me: I don’t usually eat vegetarian, but I thought that was pretty great!
Me: You didn’t like it?
Her: It was terrible
Me: What didn’t you like about it?
Her: I just didn’t like it
We did get separate dishes, but we also shared pita bread and veggies with hummus. She also ate all of her food, so I’m a little confused at this point.
Me: My fault then, I’d never been here before but it has good reviews online. Next time we go out, you can take me to a place that you like
Her: There won’t be a next time
Her: Because you took me to the worst vegetarian restaurant I’ve ever been to
Me: Are you serious?
Her: You’re a bad restaurant chooser
I think I dodged a bullet on that one
You ever get so busy that you forget to update your blog? Ya, happened to me. I leave for Egypt on July 30, so expect lots of photos of me with my hands in the air surrounded by sand.
Here’s an article I just recently wrote for Expat Guides.