Some of my more masochistic readers may wonder what it's like to be inside my head. Well, here's a little peek. The other day, a memory I hadn't even though of in years came back to me as a fully-formed (stupid) bilingual pun.
So, when I was in college I met a girl who was studying abroad from Germany. I speak ein bischen German (better than the average American, at least). She spoke a bit of English (probably better than the average American, as well), so we had that common. It seemed like we were kind of hitting it off [Ed.: probably not], but the semester came to an end and she heraus'ed back to Germany. Only then did I realize I hadn't gotten a home phone number, an email address, a Facebook friendship, any way to remain in contact.
"Well," my brain concluded as that old memory flickered past. "I guess she was the one that Goethe way."
Blog up, Patrowsky.
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