Love Languages?

Recently I met someone that just started learning English. Her first language was Spanish but I could tell she was already off to a good start with English judging by the smalltalk that ensued. It was my last day on the beach and I’d had a rough night prior so I was in no mood for smalltalk (that, and, I despise smalltalk). Normally I don’t think I would’ve taken this time to dive into a new friendship but she seemed nice (and looked even nicer) so I thought ‘why not?’

Conversation carried on as if a game of charades was thrown into the mix; body and arms flailing to aid in forming sentences and making points. Much to my pleasure the smalltalk ended shortly thereafter and we got in a bit deeper (in conversation, pervert). It seemed as if the language barrier (and possibly the fact my flight was departing T-6) abled us to detour a lot of the chitchat that would otherwise have carried on been it a mother-tonguer I was speaking to. I had to choose my conversation topics and words wisely so they would be understood the first time around and come to think of it, it was fairly intellectually stimulating being forced to do that. Doing this also helped me conserve energy because if the sentences weren’t adequately conveyed then received there would surely be an audible mime to follow.

I’m glad I put the time in getting to know someone new. From it I not only learned how to adapt my communication style but have a new friend. Looking back it was good we didn’t speak the same language, I feel its because of this we got to know each other in the capacity we did with the little time we had.