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luis of panama
children of dune - leto 1
seperis
Well. To reinterate how pathetic my life is....

Today, I had an ego-boost. Random client told me I was attractive. Which of course, I have no idea how to deal with. But good thing. Made me put on lipstick and check my teeth for broccoli.

I learned things, also. One, lipstick is good for making for relaxation. Two, the interpretation people are in Panama. Ah, you ask, how did you find this out?

His name is Luis.

For those following the saga of my flirtations with interpreters and the frightening level of my social life, Luis is a new one to me. Gorgeous voice, faint accent, very interesting. How would I know this?

Why, that would be the fact I spent thirty minutes on the phone doing my level best at flirting cross-culturally while he translated for me with a client.

Yep, thirty minutes. Because I wanted to be THOROUGH in understanding what the woman needed, and yes, I admit it, I'm a phone slut.

We're about five minutes in and Luis stops me while I'm mumbling to myself while trying to get the computer to give me info and asks me my name.

Huh, thinks I.

"Jennifer. Jenn."

"Jennifer." He made me love my name. "Your Spanish is very good."

Okay, that is totally some kind of translator pick-up line. Him and Juan. Phone-flirters.

"No, really, senor, I'm seriously not."

"Your accent is very good."

Well, maybe. I practically hear nothing but Spanish all day, so everything I'm learning now is pretty much exactly as I hear it. But I blush, because, again, pathetic. And God, he must be bored.

And God, I'm an easy phone-lay.

"Thanks. That's really nice of you."

work stuff, work stuff, work stuff, then....

"I had problems learning English."

"Really? You barely have an accent." Only a sexy one, I might add, but didn't, because I'm kind of a shy phone slut sometimes. "Where did you learn?"

"//insert random Northern state here//, but it got easier."

"Did you enjoy it?"

At this point, office is listening in and grinning.

"Very much."

work, work, work....

"My aunt is from //insert South American country here//. Her English is perfect except right after she's spoken Spanish for a while."

"I'm from Panama City, Panama."

*jenn thinks*

"Are you in Panama now?"

"Yes."

Question answered. I'm calling Panama to get an interpreter. Dearest God.

work work work

"Como se dice 'weird' in espanol, Luis?"

Luis laughs. "Raro." Sexy rolling rrr's. Dearest God times two. Say it again, Luis.

"Que?" I'm subtle like that.

"Rrrrarrroo."

God is good.

"Gracias, senor."

Work, work, work. Flirt, flirt, flirt.

Dammit, client is leaving.

"Okay, Luis, gracias for your help. You've been amazing." Because he gives good phone and deserves praise.

"If you wish to request my services, my extension is letter-number combination. I'd like to be of service again, Jennifer."

He seriously makes me love my name.

And jenn dreamily writes it down, wishes him buenos dias, and gets off the phone.

Office is giggling hysterically.

Jenn is blushing. Everyone is laughing. I'm amazed that I have so little shame.

Yep.

Coworker asked me what I'm doing for teh fourth of July. I was like, sleeping, of course. At this point, everything is charged with sexual energy, because, well, see above, pathetic.

Okay, that thing where I swore off dating until I felt I was emotionally ready? Oh please. Emotionally ready my ass. I'm hitting on foreign interpeters via phone. This says seriously scary things, dont' you think?

Breathe.

But man, that voice....


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I'm so with you on the voice/accent weakness. You put me in a room with any Australian, French or Irish guy? You will see wilting, oh yes.

*tries out Luis on tongue* It rollllllllssss, Jenn.

"//insert random Northern state here//, but it got easier."

I am going to pretend it is my state. It makes me happy to think of poor, lost non-english speaking Luis bumbling around my area, looking for some sweet girl to translate. We have a Spanish stylist where I work and when he says my name and rolls that last syllable into a half-whisper? *wilt*

See? I get kinda high off accent talk even.

*nod* Oh yeah. My first real boyfriend? Finnish. His English was impeccable mostly, but he'd slip sometimes, and wow....

*breathes*

Irish? *drooling onto floor* Yeah. I'm so with you there.

*Grins* It had to totally be your state! *nodnodnod* I'll think of it so henceforth.

*Grins* It had to totally be your state! *nodnodnod* I'll think of it so henceforth.

*nods approvingly* Yes. Yes, it completely was.

I went out with an Irish guy once. Not a 'date' date thing though, just a casual, 'hey we're both in the mood to eat something Italian type of thing'. Can't remember anything that happened at that dinner to this *day*, and I can't even remember the food--which, is something quite remarkable since I *notice* food. I don't even recall the conversation topics, I just kept nodding and asking 'oh?' every minute or so just to keep him talking. *joins you in enthralled-of-accent state*

I'm finding that I feel a bit sad now. There is a sorry, sorry lack of Irish men in this area. *laments*

I feel you... got into some serious phone-flirting a few years ago. It is kind of addictive. ;)

*snickers* You would.

*grins* What ARE you doing these days anyway?

Not much different. :)

Have cut back on reading fic a lot, getting more and more into this LJ thing... living vicariously through your flirtatious working environment. ;)

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*snickering* God, how sad is it I heard that in FatBastard's voice?

*goes to hide before hoyden attacks*

I was a telephone operator for a couple of years, and it was truly a hoot and a half to put on the Southern drawl for the Northern regions. Or an English accent, though that was a bit more difficult to maintain.

There is an Irishman with a lovely brogue working in my building. We sometimes ride the elevator together. Nice conversations, although I recall nothing he actually says.

Nice conversations, although I recall nothing he actually says.

Mmm. Yeah....

*dreamily thinking*

Why do they need interpreters from Panama, though?

From waht I've gleaned, it's a firm of them. The thing is, Tom the Interpreter is the one that, I think, is British, and there have been several American ones, so....

I'm wondering how they have this set up, like, if it's cross-world or something. I could be talking to someoen in a completely differnet country each time!'

Very interesting to consider. I should ask around more.

Wow. Amazing post. Have fun with Luis!

Goood

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OH MY GODDDDDD!!!!.

This is histerycal, annnnnd, yes as I´m a latin girl, this just proves how we will dominated the world...

With translators boys by phone.

You are just the beginning Jenn.

PD: and yess I love english people have problmes with spanish, I´m a little bitch and I LOVE IT.

Miss Trades.

This is histerycal, annnnnd, yes as I´m a latin girl, this just proves how we will dominated the world...

With translators boys by phone.

You are just the beginning Jenn.


*grins* And you notice how hard I'm fighting? Conquer already! Just let me have Luis?

PD: and yess I love english people have problmes with spanish, I´m a little bitch and I LOVE IT.

For that, chica, I'm totally going to be fluent one day, JUST FOR THAT!

*goes to search frantically for slang dictionary*

*grins*

Mmm. Luis, you sexy-voiced thing you....

Always fun.

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