I was at the bus stop on my way home when some guy starts chatting me up. He tried to get my number at the moment the bus arrived. I thought I was “safe” but no…he followed me onto the bus!
He continued trying to chat me up and get my number for a couple of stops. I was trying to be polite, but I ended up telling him that I don’t give my number to strangers. He must've understood that I was a lost cause, because he finally left me alone and got off the bus.
Guys – here’s a tip. If a girls doesn’t seem interested, she probably isn’t. So don’t push it.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Go away
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
Fête de la Musique
Yesterday, for Fête de la Musique, the Brit and I met a couple of friends on the Quai de la Loire. We ended up having drinks near a brass band, but moved to another location when a DJ across the street decided to test the volume of his speakers. We couldn’t hear each other even when yelling and thought it best to move on before our hearing was completely destroyed. Later, the Brit and I had dinner in the 6th and wandered around a bit near Luxembourg. We passed bands singing and playing all sorts of music and there were tons of people in the streets.
Here are a few photos for those of you who’ve never experienced Fête de la Musique in France.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Yoghurting
As someone who’s made a few gaffes in French, I can sympathize with some of the examples in this article. One personal example that comes to mind occurred when I lived with a host family during my study abroad. I was spending the evening with my host brother and some of his friends and got a couple of reflexive verbs confused. I meant to say tu te moques de moi (you’re making fun of me), but instead I said tu me manques (I miss you). They all had a good laugh at that...
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
To: Mr. too-self-centered-to-notice-anything-around-him; on line 1, direction Vincennes; wearing dark rimmed glasses and a striped shirt.
I’m sure whatever you were reading was SO interesting, but would it have hurt you to glance up when the metro stopped to see if you needed to shift or turn around and face the doors?
I didn’t bump into you several times because I was getting friendly. I was attempting to be considerate and make room for people trying to get on. Rather than say something to you, I thought getting jostled a bit might give you a clue. But apparently not…



