“No I am telling you,” he laughed, “it was the most ridiculous haircut you’ve ever seen.”
“It couldn’t have been that bad.”
“It was worse, but she still went on a date with me. I cannot understand it.”
“She saw past the haircut, then?”
“She married me.”
“Oh, you’re married?” There was a hint of disappointment in her voice that confused her as she heard it.
“Not anymore. Not for a long time.”
Her heart quickened. “What happened?”
“It’s hard to describe why it didn’t work. I think maybe she had already decided what our marriage was going to be…
I was so mad at myself. I should have taken the skytrain but it was too late. The closest train stop was almost a half-mile away, and by that time I’d miss the bus.
Living in a small town two hours away from the capital had its charms: I loved knowing the restaurant owners and having a personal relationship with the woman from whom I bought pineapple every morning. But there were only a finite number of buses to Suphanburi from Bangkok, and I was dangerously close to missing the last one for the day. …
On a slow boat in the middle of the Mekong, I am as far away from comfort as I have ever been. Physically, this ride is uncomfortable, the way the hard right angles of the wooden bench have done unspeakably awkward things to my butt in the last two days. But it is a mental discomfort too. You may be shocked to learn that there is no Wi-Fi signal in the middle of a mile-wide river in remote Northern Laos, and without the typical distractions you are left only with books, conversation, and your own thoughts. …
Using Latin phrases to sound smart is my Modus Operandi.