Intro to How I Learned to Communicate Across Cultures
Kim was petite and a bit of pink rouge accented her dimples, the right one just a bit larger than the left. Her eyes were sensuous and her lips inviting. She stuck her hip out to one side and placed her hand on top with her arm bent at a ninety
degree angel. Her fingernails and toenails matched the color of her lips. I think her ring winked at me. With her other hand she motioned with her index finger for me to come closer and then repeated herself, “Joe, you go home with me.” She definitely wasn’t going to serve me kimchee.
“Joe, Joe! You go home with me?”
I was in a daze.
“Joe!?”
“Uh, no, thank you.”
“Eh?! Joe, you go home with me?”
“No, thank you. I won’t go with you.” My lips quivered.
“Eh, you no go?”
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