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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 24, 2005 1:53:56 GMT -5
"Thanks, I would like to be a professor if ever I get done with school. I am almost done with my bachelors, but since I am traveling now, I will have to take some time off of school. But I really think I would like to teach. I think it would make me happy."
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Post by Rei "Zero" Usagi on Mar 24, 2005 2:00:01 GMT -5
After I get the diplomatic bag together I take a commercial flight to London-Heathrow, then take a B-52 back to the states. I drop off the bag (really a large satchel) at the clerk's desk then go to my quarters. I then change into civilian clothing consisting of a sweatshirt and a knee-length skirt. I then leave the base for a welcome weekend of "shore leave."
I go to the small apartment I rent out in the city and lay down on the sofa and turn on the TV. Sure there is nothing worthwile on, but right now I just want to rest.
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on Mar 24, 2005 2:02:01 GMT -5
"I think you'd be good at it too. You have a good personality and speaking voice, and you are good at explaining things." I try to imagine Professor Bassarov, and the image of him wearing the traditional professor get-up almost makes me laugh out loud.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 24, 2005 2:06:00 GMT -5
Bassarov bows his head in embarassment. He feels a little modest about being complimented. Luckily the food arrives. "Oh this looks good. You can try some of the quesadilla if you want." Bassarov offers.
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on Mar 24, 2005 2:09:06 GMT -5
"Maybe after bit." I say as I take a bite of my cheeseburger. "Mmm this is pretty good. Maybe it wasn't such a bad choice after all."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 24, 2005 2:12:08 GMT -5
The gawdy atmosphere seems less obtrusive. Bassarov eats the quesadilla and figures that it was okay to try something new. "I am not sure where I will be going after this. Maybe Chechnya which will be far more dangerous. But if I do go there, maybe we could stop by my parents. I am sure they are worried about me."
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on Mar 24, 2005 2:14:28 GMT -5
"Seems like parents always worry about what we're doing... And yelling at us about stupid stuff." I sigh. "I'd like to meet your parents sometime, if that's okay."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 24, 2005 2:19:52 GMT -5
"That would be fine. My parents are good people, especially my mother. My mother is a saint. I...don't always get along with my family the best. I should try harder to have a better relationship. It's just...they really don't understand me or my politics. It makes it hard."
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on Mar 24, 2005 2:22:02 GMT -5
"Sounds kind of like my dad... I think he'd like you, even with your beliefs... He'd try to cajole you into going to church, but that's about it."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 24, 2005 2:28:55 GMT -5
Bassarov laughs. "Church...I haven't been to church in...8 years..." Bassarov admits.
"It would be interesting if you came and visited them. I think it would give them the wrong idea. They are always pressuring me to find someone and settle down. That is the most absurd thing in the universe to me. I don't want to get married...ever....and even if I did, I would like to live a little first."
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on Mar 24, 2005 2:31:59 GMT -5
"Oh, I..." I trail off, and try to keep myself from crying. "It's nothing.... There's nothing wrong with wanting to stay single for awhile..."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 24, 2005 2:35:42 GMT -5
"Well you know...I don't mind dating different people, but I just am not a marriage and family kind of person. It seems so restrictive. I want to travel and be free. I just don't want to be tied down."
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on Mar 24, 2005 2:39:01 GMT -5
"Oh." I say as steadialy as I can. "I... I'll be there for you, even if you aren't for me... I love you Vossya.." I finally say.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 24, 2005 2:42:18 GMT -5
Bassarov sits back in his seat, almost knocking over his diet coke with his arm.
"Oh....well....I'..." He stammers.
"I am very sorry about this. I mean we can be friends and I am open to the physical aspects of a relationship...it's just well, you know..."
"I'm sorry, this is horribly awkward for me."
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on Mar 24, 2005 2:44:33 GMT -5
"It's awkward for me too... Somehow I managed to never say it... But there it is. I want to be with you, and that's it... I don't really care about a job, a future..." I stammer, at the edge of tears but really I feel a lot better now that I have admitted the truth.
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