my housemates

I'm renting a room on the third floor of the house of a Viet family, and an American is also renting a room on the second floor. He's really nice, friendly, and decent. He's well-educated and well-traveled. He's a good conversationalist, and I'm always at ease with him - no tensions, no pretensions, no anything at all. It's a good sign; it means I'm happier and more relaxed these days. And we spend hours talking during mealtimes - breakfast/brunch, lunch, dinner. I have yet to know if he's smart and witty enough to handle things he hasn't encountered yet. But with his age, it's hard to find anything he hasn't dealt with before. But sometimes yeah, I'm more adventurous on some things. He absolutely forbids me to take the xeom. And I get some things done more easily and faster. I got the brains, he's got the experience (& brains too i guess). Haha. It gives me some security though, that as we get closer and are friends now (can't avoid since we see each other almost everyday)- that someone will be there for me if anything happens, that he's got my back, and he knows everything that will make it easier for me. And that he will do everything to help me, if I ever get into trouble. Although i think he's a tad too protective, and really cautious.

I think he's a bit older than my parents too. So I'm less than half his age. Haha. It's quite amusing, meeting people and making friends from different backgrounds and different age groups. And although locals probably think negatively of a young Asian woman walking around with a much older Caucasian man, i honestly don't care. It's fun hanging around with him, and I'm learning a lot. I really think he cares for me, but he won't tell me his age. Haha.