For any of you who knows the infinite monkey theorem will surely laugh with me. Or at least smile :)
I am tired.
Anyway. I went to a club the other night. It seemed like a lot of fun. I met a Vietnamese girl, her name is Thju (?). A cute and innocent looking one. She gave me a glance when she walked into the club, not long after me and my friends did, too. I didn’t really care. There was a lot of cute and sexy girls around anyway. Then in the 30-45 minutes duration, I saw her walking again in front of me at least once. A friend of mine looked at me and threw me a blink. I nodded. But still, I was not interested (even though later on the way home he told me that the girl looked more like a Korean than a Vietnamese). He was wrong. A lot of people like him determine people’s countries of origin; especially Asian ones; only based on their whiteness of their skin. Her skin maybe Korean, clean milk white, not pale. But not her hair and her face structure.
When it was almost 1 in the morning, I realized that this Vietnamese girl walked toward the bar table where I was standing by. It was pretty crowded inside that there was hardly any space between me and her. Her right arm was touching mine. Or vice versa. Who cares? I actually didn’t have any interest of talking to any stranger that time. But the bartender surprised me when he asked her, “Are you ordering for both of you?” I was like, “huh?” Then me and her looked each other slightly with our odd faces. She shook her head and said,”Nnnnoo, I don’t know him.” The music was very loud but I definitely heard what she said. The tone she used when she said ‘no’ sounded very undermining. She waved it from a high pitch and purposely swung it low with a cocky way. Uh-oh, girl. You never ever tone your voice that way when you mention about me.
Once standing against the bar table, I quickly turned my face toward her face.”I thought you did order the drinks for me, too” I smiled at her. “Why should I?” she asked me. I replied constantly,” Beeecauuse …” I slowly said the word with the same tone she used when she said ‘no’.
“… You look like a sweet little girl who is well educated by their Vietnamese parents to give drinks for people who are really thirsty.” Finishing that sentence with a background of loud music was pretty devastating. If she couldn’t hear what I was saying, I gotta walk away or did the last call before she or I walk away.
Her eyes’ pupils were suddenly dilated. “How do you know I’m a Vietnamese?” Good. I’m in. I sat down and whispered on her right ear,”I would tell you if you get me a drink.”
And she went as I expected,”What do you want?”
“Just like yours, but it’s not screwdriver. Get me a drivescrewer.”
“Is there any ..?”
I cut her off by putting my right forefinger on her lips,”Yes there is. He knows.” I unsealed her lips, and pointed the bartender with the same finger. She smiled. Good.
So, long story short. We took a couple sips then we danced for around 10 minutes under the beat of very loud house music. But the next scene was no longer interesting. One of my friends pulled my hand away because she was drunk and heavily mad that none of her friends; which I’m one of them; was around. OK. See you when I see you, Vietnamese girl.
Wait. Then what does this story have to do with “infinite monkeys”? Yes it does. But I won’t tell you now. I’m too lazy. Why don’t you google it and after you find it, I will let you know. But of course you will let me know first that you already got it.
