Alright you guys, I know that I haven't written in a long time.  I've had a bit of writer's block compounded by the fact that nothing is happening in my life. 

Right now I'm doing this English Summer Camp. It's fun, but hectic.  I have my own class of chinese kids.  I also have a teaching assistant.  Having one makes teaching so much easier.  I wonder if I could talk my school into giving me one.  She gives them examinations and homework and translates my instructions when needed.  Anywho she makes my life easier. 

I wanted to give you guys an update on Marco Polo, mainly because he didn't just fall out of my life.  I haven't seen him since the Philippines, but we  have corresponded. So, after the confrontation in the Philippines I told you that I thought it was over.  I didn't see him for the rest of the holiday.  He was suppose to leave Saturday and on that Sunday night I returned to Shenzhen.  On Tuesday night I received a light and airy SMS from Mr. Polo.  It read something like "Hi April! Have you returned to Shenzhen?". I replied "Yes, returned Sunday night".  What the hell? so, I was definitely wondering what was going on?   Didn't the Philippines feel like the end?   Five days pass. Then there's another unexpected message.  I don't recall what it said, but I replied. Another four or five days pass and there's another message..."Hi, April! Did you have a typhoon in SZ?". That was during our rainy days.  It rained almost every day for like 3 weeks.

 I totally don't understand what's going on in his head.  I actually thought that maybe he was trying to make conversation, but he would never return my messages and I made sure that I asked questions.  So, another four or five days pass and I get another SMS, again I don't recall its contents. But, whatever it said I replied. And once again there was no reply.  So this time I sent a message asking him if  he had gotten my message and why had he not replied and that it was rude not to return a message.  He asked me to send it again. I said no.  

Fast forward my life about a month to July 9th. (Look, I remember because the final game in the World Cup was to be played that night.  And who was playing Italy and France. Go France!!!  Die Italy!!!)   I had not heard a word from him since he had asked me to send my SMS again. Sunday morning I get an SMS "Hi April! I've just returned from a three week holiday in Italy."  Whatever dude! I take about 30 minutes to think about my reply.  I decided that I was going to either one of two things.  I was either going to "Tell the truth and shame the devil!!! " or not reply at all. Dave thought that I should just send a message saying "Stop sending me messages!"  But I thought that to be too harsh, not the sentiment but the word choice especially without any explanation.  I know that I shouldn't be concerned about that after all that happened but I think that has more to do with me as a person than it has to do with having any respect for him.  I know part of it is wanting to be with someone.  But a large part of it is that I am a pleaser.  Programmed in my head is... "Be nice." You know, you're suppose to be nice.  Always be nice.   I decided to reply and tell the truth and this is what I wrote...

 "Hello, I hope you enjoyed your home.  I'm going to be honest with you.  I don't know if we should continue to send messages.  I don't think we communicate very well. Nor do we have very much in common. It's been difficult to get to know you. So, I'd like it if you would not contact me anymore."    

Think it was over?  No it wasn't....later that night while I was at dinner he sent me a message saying he had  gotten 3 messages from me but all of them empty.   So, I contemplated what to do.  What if the gods were sending me a sign?  What did I do? I refused to deal with it.  Just left it as is.  I 'll deal with it later maybe or maybe not at all. Maybe eventually he'll just stop sending me messages.