him: hey, i have bad news. i can't hang out tomorrow night.
me: oh. that's fine. what's up?
him: we have to work late and then we have this thing... 'til 8:00.
me: you have to stay at work until 8:00?? why?!
him: it's just this thing....with boys.
me: excuse me?
him: yeah...it's weird.
me: this is not sounding normal.
him: well....it's basically, like, just.....soccer.
me: "this thing with boys" is soccer?
him: yeah, we all play soccer together. it's a thing (soccer) that we (boys) do. a thing with boys. called soccer.
[fine by me! i went to see larry crowne instead...see above.]
him: i feel so lucky to be with you.
him: yeah, i feel like the luckiest man in.....my family.
[he is one of 3 men in his family, so.....great!]
[i've mentioned before that piotr occasionally uses words in the incorrect context....here we go.]
him: i'm going to be SO petrified tomorrow when i wake up.
him: from being tired.
me: i don't really think you can use 'petrified' there....
him: what? but it’s one of my faves. ….okay, fine. i'm going to be SO devastated tomorrow when i wake up.
me: when you lived in portugal did you skype a lot with your family?
him: yes, especially on holidays. i'd call them at lunchtime and they'd gather 'round the computer and give me intimate wishes.
me: excuse me?
him: yeah, they'd wish me intimate things.
him: yeah, you know, like, "happy birthday! i wish you a year of success and health and happiness!"
[the conversation called "the word 'intimate' and all its connotations" shortly followed.]