+ listening to: "Finally Woken" by Jem
+ watching: Girl With a Pearl Earring
I was at the gas station buying a drink for my sister to take to her on her at the Kingdom Hall, where she was having a lunch break. I'm about to get my change from the cashier, and suddenly, someone tickles both my sides from behind.
Shocked, I turn around quickly. As I'm turning, out of the corner of my eye, I see that it's not someone I know (it looks like an Asian guy), and fear and indignation wash over me.
As I complete my one-eighty, I confronted with a tall, dark young man, stubble covering his handsome face. Sohil.
Dude will never know how close he came to being decked.
Sohil has never touched me before. At all. I mean, we've had classes together over the years, and he's a photography student as well, so I've seen him a lot. We're cool, one could say. He's Indian (he moved to the U.S. when he was about 16), and he has very strong beliefs against the mistreatment of women in his culture, as he's expressed in at least photography projects. One being his Senior Thesis. He is also very sweet and playful.
However, Sohil and I aren't friends. More like associates by way of similar interests (graphic design and photography). Our acquaintance is purely incidental, and we've never had any in depth conversations, save for when I asked him about how long he'd been here, in America, which was when I found out about how old he was when he came over. So, for our first physical contact to be something as intimate as tickling.
It's weird, but now I realize why in some cultures, it's forbidden for men and women who aren't related to each other to touch. It definitely breaks a barrier, and opens the door for the relationship to go from formality to familiarity. Interesting, I thought, as I drove to to take Nicole her drink.
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
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