there are a lot of creepers in nanjing

So I went for a run today and found this tidbit of information out: apparently in China, kicking soccer balls at people trying to run is a form of flirtation.
The first two soccer balls I kicked back. The third one popped me in the leg, after which I said no more (actually I said something much less ladylike, but I won't repeat it). The fourth, fifth, and sixth ones I jumped over, avoided, or watched as they rolled by me.

Anyway, so this weekend I: found an Indian 男朋友, almost broke my nose and trash talked basketball with a Kentucky fan (and this was before they lost). Let's start with the my new Indian boyfriend.

The DJ at the club started playing Three 6 Mafia, and if you know me at all, you know I absolutely cannot resist the lure of Three 6, ever. (It's the same with Justin Timberlake, it's some kind of Memphis curse.) So of course I join my friends on the dance floor.

Somehow I end up dancing with this Indian guy who was shorter than me and, judging from the way he smelled, was not wearing deodorant. I kept giving one of my guy friends the omgpleasehelpme face but he didn't notice.

So this guy asks me, "Where you from?" I tell him America and he literally steps back about three steps in shock (I'm getting a little pissed with this whole WTF-Americans-aren't-smart-enough-to-be-in-China attitude that so many people have). So then he tells me that I'm so beautiful, just so beautiful and I just laugh and try to back away because he's waaaaay to close to me and all his friends are cheering him on and making supportive guy noises.

Then he asks me if I have a phone number, and I lied and told him I didn't have a phone (yeah, my phone was in my pocket) and the song finally ends and I peace out from the dance floor.

Later in the night, I was dancing with one of my friends and his phone and some coins fell out of his pocket. We both bend down to pick it up, only he got there first, and whips his head back up--right up into my nose. I can't accurately describe how bad this hurt--I heard bones crunching and when I reached up to touch my nose, I really thought it was broken. However there was no blood (which seriously surprised me at the time) and Allison assures me that although my nose looks slightly swollen on Skype, it's definitely not broken and that was probably cartilage I heard crunching. (I did assure my friend that if he had broken my nose it was ok, because "a bump will give it character!" He just looked so upset, I had to say something.)

At some point in the night too, I was walking back to my friends and I was carefully picking my way through the dance floor so as not to step on cigarette butts, dice, or whatever else is lying on the floor and this Chinese guy swerves in front of me and does this weirdly affectionate bumping of my chin with his hand. I was sufficiently creeped out and skidaddled. 

And finally. Probably the greatest moment of my night. I jinxed Kentucky.

Once again, if you know me at all, you know that, being a die-hard Memphis Tigers basketball fan, I hate Coach Calipari. So watching Kentucky do so well in the big dance, while my poor Tigers piddled away in the NIT (losing to Ole Miss, my actual school, in a weird ironic twist) has been very hard to swallow.

Anyway, I had met this Kentucky fan in the elevator and we had talked a little smack so when I saw him at the bar, I went over to him and we started talking more smack. It went something along the lines of: "I hate your coach! I really hope y'all lose soon! But you probably won't." And he laughed (it was amiable trash talk) and that was it.

And then I wake up this morning to the glorious news that West Virginia upset the Wildcats to move on to the Final Four, while Kentucky gets to go home to Lexington. So yeah, I'm taking full credit for this one (not really, Kentucky fans, not really).

This post has been very short on pics, so let's see if I can get some to upload.

















My dorm view at night.
















 


This is 一九一二 (1912), the street where all the clubs are located. Kind of like Oxford Square, but less historical and more club-ish and techno. 

Well I'm off to eat dinner and 预习 (preview) tomorrow's lessons. Talk to y'all later!