My Robot Is Pregnant theme song!

Jc’s face is obscured because I couldn’t ask his permission to take a photo

Girlfriend had a random guy ask to meet her for drinks via couchsurfer.com. So we met him and he spoke so very little English with a very hard to understand accent that I just watched the servers bring sushi to other tables. (I studied German in high school) By the end of dinner I offered him a place to crash for the night. He looked like he needed a shower.

He’s been here two nights and his stuff is still in my living room. I don’t know how old he is, or his name, (other than “JC”), or his phone number. I stopped trying to understand him. It’s impossible for me. I just point at food he can eat and go to my room and shut the door.

Well, there was one story. I think I understood it.

“I am 16 go Spain.” He motions with his hands like he’s driving. “Meet girl. Vou le vou cushay avec moi?” He say’s this in a girl’s voice. Then he shakes his head yes. He told that story three or four times before I came to understand, perhaps mistakenly, that when he was 16 he drove to Madrid and met a girl who had heard a certain disco song, which allowed him to have sex with her. It was his first time. Either in Madrid or having sex. I’ll never know for sure. (I took German in high school)

But the guys alright. He drove a van here from Minnesota and we sent him up onstage at an open mic. He sang two songs in French and sounded good. I was a guy in a van once myself. If payback’s a bitch, the bitch ain’t bad.

(I also took drafting)