A Fake Story About a Real Girl I Once Met
Here's a fake conversation that never happened, about a real girl that Alex and I knew when we were studying abroad in China: Hey who is that pretty blonde girl you were talking to? Oh her? That's Belgin. You don't even know her name, you just call her the Belgian? No, not The Belgian, Belgin. What's the difference? Her name is Belgin. Ok what's her Beglian name then? I am telling you her name is literally Belgin. The Belgian girl's name is Belgin? That's wild. That's like if your name was Polish. My name is Polish. And she's not Belgian she's from Holland. No like if you were named Polish. Wait what? Belgin Is is from Holland. Jesus christ ok a girl from Holland named Belgin. Fine. What's her last name then? I told you, Is. I assume it's Dutch. This girl's name is Belgin Dutch? No, Is. So it is Dutch? Well I assume so. You assume that because she's from the Netherlands her last name is Dutch? I think that's a fair assumption