My friend was telling me about this girl in Kyrgyzstan

So men and women really don’t mix in Central Asia. 

This girl (an American, blonde, pretty) was working at this NGO. Her coworker was a Westernized Kyrgyz. She had always been a touchy person (like would put hand on arm on men with laughing, that kind of light touchy), but she had kept that reigned in in KZ since that’s not normal here. 

One day, she was alone in a room with this guy at the NGO, and he said a joke, and she forgot for a moment where she was, and laughed and put her hand on his upper arm for a second. And guess what he did? 

He          pulled            his           pants             down.

Like, unzipped. And he was “ready to go” in the physical sense as well. She yelped, and told him, “no no no, sorry that’s not what I meant!” But he kept on walking over, and his pants kept falling down, and at one point, he tripped and fell on his face. 


So this is a great example of a cultural difference, where any sort of body touching by a Westerner is seen as an invitation to have sex. My friend described it as a “really bad porn video” (and no, she did not end up sleeping with this Kyrgyz guy). 




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this video is pure brilliance

But really. Central Asia. 

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I recently found out that a friend from high school died

The night before I graduated university. 

Now, let me tell you. I had a HORRID pre-graduation eve. My ex didn’t make it back to the pre-grad eve ceremony on time from dinner since he didn’t know what time it was going to be, and spent the entire night yelling at me that it was my fault and refusing to come over, so I spent half the night begging/crying. And I thought I had it bad. I feel so selfish, because the night I was wallowing in self-pity about a relationship I was too weak to break, my friend was battling for his life. 

I didn’t find out about it until now because we dove at the same pool in high school and we were the only ones who remained friends after senior winter season ended. I was wondering why I hadn’t heard from him at all. Now I know. I hadn’t talked to him since graduation.

We started diving the same season and compared diving techniques together. We talked about our love lives. He tried to take me out a couple of times. He told me all these funny stories about his fellow divers and I laughed so hard that I thought I’d fall over. But now you’re not here anymore. 

Again, when will I ever learn? The people I care about are always taken away from me when I’m too engrossed in my own silly life.

I know it’s odd that I say this since I haven’t seen or talked to you in five years, but I miss you, I miss you, I miss you. Come back. 

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