MY INTERPRETER by Ben C.
I sat in the restaurant with my first Ukraine date and my interpreter. My date was an attractive energetic girl of 25 who seemed excited to be there and although she was seemingly what I was searching for, I couldn't help but watch my interpreter ..her long brown hair, tall stature sitting up straight in her chair listening to every word said, and then magically relaying it. She knew every thing that I was trying to say or was thinking. Am I a bad person for having such thoughts....I know she must deal with this juvenile attraction at every encounter in a male dominated profession... am I another statistical casualty in her profession. As I sit and ponder this at the dinner table, I realize that it is much more than an attraction, although very important to have, it is a connection of sorts which doesn’t happen often but when it does, it is undeniable. I spent time with my interpreter, talking about my needs..looking for the supposed perfect wife...looking and looking...when what I was looking for was with me the whole time. When the first date was set up, I was hoping she would not show up...a rather mean thought in hindsight, but I wanted to spend time with my interpreter.

I sit at the dinner table and study her face, I ponder my thoughts and suddenly I feel some uncontrollable emotional feeling which overwhelms me and makes a tear emerge from my eyes. I hope they don't notice this.

I don't know what feels worse after searching for so long and so far.. a genuine bad feeling for my date not knowing these feelings toward another woman that have been building since the social or my sorrow because my heart is broken for I can't be with the one I really want to be with.........

God I hope both of them don’t see these uncontrollable tears as we enjoy dinner...

how can I explain this...
perhaps I can cover it up with a quick joke



nobody understands me....

but perhaps one person...................................................my interpreter..........