Talking to Boys

Situation 1:
Boy: Hello!
Me: Hi.
Boy: What’s your name?
Me: Sujin.
Boy: Susan?
Me: No. Sujin. S-U-J-I-N.
Boy: Sujin! What are you doing in Malawi?
Me: I’m working.
Boy: Okay! I want to be your friend. Can I have your number?
Me: Uhhh…. I left my phone at home. And I don’t remember my number. I have it written down in my phone.
Boy: You don’t keep your number in your head? (Laughs)
Me: Yes! (Laughs) Bye! (Starts walking away)
Boy: Okay bye!

Situation 2
Boy: Sujin!
Me: Hi! How are you?
Boy: I haven’t seen you for a long time.
Me: I’ve been here. Going to work every day.
Boy: So when are you going to come to my house to chat?
Me: (laughs) I don’t know.
Boy: Tuesday? Wednesday? Thursday?
Me: I’m not sure. I might have to go to the field. I don’t know. (Nervous laughter)
Boy: You always say you don’t know! (Laughs) Seriously. When are we going to chill?
Me: I really don’t know! (Laughter)
*phone rings*
Boy: Hello? (On phone)
Me: See you! Bye! (Waves and walks away)

Situation 3
Boy: Hey baby.
Me: (ignores and walks away)


5 thoughts on “Talking to Boys

  1. You’re my favourite. I can just imagine the awkward exits. I hope you don’t find these conversations too draining. When you say boy, are you referring to someone who’s our age/younger or do you get these conversations from different ages?


  2. Hahahah. My favourite was always “How are you today, mama?” So polite! Or
    Boy: “Are you married?”
    Me: “…ya.”
    Boy: *sees my smile* “AH you are cheating! You are lying!”
    Me: “Ya, you are right…”
    Both: laugh forever

    Who do you spend the most time with after work, Sujin? I found that some moments like this actually led to a nice friendship; the one who told me I was cheating always looked out for me when I was by the depot after that first conversation.

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    1. I totally get what you mean Franny. I’ve acquired a couple friends in a similar fashion although when I return home, I always have to endure the “I saw you talking to a boy” from my neighbour.

      I mostly hang out with my friend who lives next door. Friendship is sometimes a convenience thing. 🙂


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