“Oh wow! You still remember his name.” I said to her. She said “of course! I named him W- the weasel!”
When she kept on talking, I stopped her.
“We’re not together anymore.”
“why?” she asked curiously.
There was a long pause. It took me a while to put my thoughts together.
“Not compatible?” she broke the silence before I could explain in simple words for her.
I was surprised when I heard her saying the word “compatible”. Even a twelve year old girl had an idea that compatibility was what kept a relationship going.
The thing that has kept me interested was that why would a 19 year old guy couldn’t follow what I said when I explained that “we’re not compatible” while a twelve year old could.
I was further surprised when she said “accepting him as your boyfriend is harder than getting over your relationship” after I told her that my mom was heart broken over my termination of a one year relationship. And the girl added, “that’s not her relationship.”
When she said it was harder for someone to accept a new person into a family than to let go of a past relationship, I couldn’t help but to spill the beans to her that I was recently in a relationship, very in love, with a guy whom was unaccepted by my parents.
As she heard what I said. Curiosity was all I saw in her eyes. I quickly filled her in.
I said” well…” I was hesitant when saying it out. “he’s…Greek.”
“Completely Greek?” she asked, completely amused by what I said.
I said yes with a smile on my face.
It was when she asked something completely out of my expectations, where I found it ridiculously funny after I understood what she said, and was reminded that she was still a twelve year old girl.
“Did he dye his hair?” was what she asked me.
I couldn’t follow what she said and asked why.
She said “Did he dye his hair black?”
At first I thought she was so mature that she was aware that there were different types of hair and eye colors in Greece, unlike for the Chinese where 97% (I made that up. I’m not really sure about the percentage) of them have black hair and eye color.
So I was confused by what she said and I said he didn’t have to because his hair was already dark brown, almost black like us and I asked why again, feeling befuddled.
She gave me a lovely smile and said because he would look like Asian if he dyed his hair black.
I cracked up after I heard her explanation. It was really funny when you heard someone who tried to help you out with a solution which was thought to be easily fixed, but was more complex than it was.
After all, it was such one good laugh that has made my day completely.
What a very precocious girl you are dear, Nicole.