What do you do when a guy (whom you want nothing to do with) really really wants to date you - you can tell - but he won't say so? I can't bring it up because he hasn't said anything - he'd deny it if I did say something - but I can just tell. (Girls, you know what I mean.) It's this guy from Egypt who lives in Zeist; I met him on the bus one day. He calls/SMSs me multiple times a day and the one time I gave him a chance and went over to Zeist - he had some flimsy excuse about needing Dutch help - I tried to leave after a couple hours by saying I had to go buy a coat, but then he asked if he could come along and I couldn't exactly say no, so we ended up going shopping in the Hoog Catherijne and he started getting all 'touchy', like if he was pointing something out he'd take me by the arm, etc. Now, if I liked him at all it wouldn't be a problem, but I don't - he gives me the creeps. So I've been ignoring his calls, but I forgot that he takes Boswell classes too, and at the same time as me. So today he came into the computer room before class but didn't see me, so I left quickly, but then he ran into me downstairs and was all excited to see me - he even had this cross that he had gotten at church especially for me. "They were giving them out free, so I got one for you." He was wearing it around his neck and took it off and gave it to me. I told him I was an atheist and he said "Doesn't matter- it beings luck." So now not only do I have a damn cross in my backpack, but I had to lie on my feet and say I hadn't gotten any of his calls or SMSs, that there was something wrong with my phone, etc. But that just made things worse because since my phone was "broken" and he couldn't call me to set something up, he on the spot asked when we could get together. Said he just wanted to talk to me. So now I have to meet him tomorrow afternoon and I don't want to. That's a very uncomfortable situation to be in because if I bring it up, he'll deny it and I'll look like a fool. So. Here we sit. I actually hope that he will bring it up tomorrow, so I can dismiss it and he'll know where we stand. Sigh.

Anyway, on to something else. Except there is nothing else. Oh wait, yes there is. I went out with P and M last night and we talked only Dutch for like three hours, and then I went home at like 1.00 (with a taxi since the buses had stopped) and went to bed and dreamed in Dutch. How cool is that? They say that's when you know that you've really got a handle on a language. I dreamed in Spanish a few times before I started learning Dutch. But not anymore. *sad sigh* Oh well. Anyway, isn't that cool? I have no idea anymore what the dream was about, but knowing me it was probably interesting - I have the weirdest dreams of anyone I know. Except perhaps for my mom, who has a recurring dream about trying to put in a huge contact lens. (She got all excited when she saw Mike's contact lens in Monsters, Inc.) LOL!

Wow, it's already getting dark and it's only 16.42. (And, of course, still raining.) Time to go home...