I just posted this story in the "This is neat" thread in the Goof Off section. Then I thought, "Ah, no one's gonna read it in here.. This thread is only 3 pages long and not going to get much bigger." So I decided to share this story with everyone here at CAA by starting my own thread. I could make a bio about myself in here, but I think stories would describe my character a lot better!
Someone was talking about hazelnuts in Korea and I started rambling...
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Ah, hazelnuts...
So this one time, I went to SanFrancisco with some friends of mine... A year ago actually. (We went to Napa valley too, right after I turned 21, but that's besides the point.) When we went to the pier, I saw the most beautiful asian man working in one of the shops.. He was tall, and kind of a muscular build, looked like he could be half-American.. Thinking, "OMG, I'll never see this person again. I want to take his picture," I deliberated about it for a long time. And I wimped out.. Lost my chance. Didn't have the nerve to even speak to him.
Later that day, we went to Japantown. Smaller than Chinatown, located inside a mall type structure. Right before entering the building, I spied another gorgeous, tall, asian man who looked half-american! (I really don't have a preference here, but you just don't understand
how beautiful they were!) And I thought about talking to him, and possibly taking his picture... But chickened out once again.
So my friends and I went inside and had dinner. After that, we split up. (I wanted to look for anime and some j-rock, while the could care less.) And right next to the coolest anime store, I saw him again! He worked in the mall! He was setting up a tiny stand and a sign that said "Roasted Hazelnuts." So I paced and I paced... OK, I'm going to talk to him... ::takes a few steps:: ... ::180:: I'm such a dork! Why is it such a big deal just to say "hi" or something? And after a while, I saw my friends coming down the hallway, getting ready to meet me so we could leave. And by this time, it was less about the guy and more of a personal battle to see if I had actually become any more outgoing over the years. "Now is my last chance," I thought. So I walked up to him...
"Would you like to sample a hazelnut?" he asks, holding out a small wooden bowl.
I took one and ate it.
Then I said to him, "So, these are hazelnuts... Thanks!"
I couldn't think of anything better to say! And then I ran off to go meet my friends.
That was all I ever said to him.
I laugh about it now, though.
I must have looked like a total baka to him...
Anyhow, to make a short story long; I like hazelnuts.
They taste good.
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So now "Hazelnuts!"
has become a term that I use regularly as an exclamation appropriate in embarassing/akward/and generally stupid moments, similar to "D'oh!".