Ok so wayyyy back in the beginning of the year, my friend and I strategically planned out who could friend-request a certain guy first and it was a big deal. We also have a system that we use when we need to add people because first friend A adds the boy and then friend B adds him too so no one appears overly desperate. Do boys do that too? Because here’s the back-story.
The following is transcribed from my iPod because that’s what I do when I’m on the train, I take notes that are really rubbish but that’s okay because hello, reminders.
- Dan was cute and short. Bonded over tour guide and his love for country music. He built custom made wooden things for a band. Thinks my “ya’ll” is cute.
- Jim is an HTML geek like me. Not cute but nice.
Yes, my notes really do suck.
Anyway, I spend most of the time talking to Dan. Jim doesn’t even begin talking to me till the very end. Then, Dan asks me for my name and contact info because they’ll be in London when I’ll be in London and we might go out. I tell him to Facebook me because that’s how I roll. We ride the train part of the way back together and I’ve had a glass of wine at the cheese tasting restaurant (because this is France and that’s what they do here, apparently) and am… happy. Well I get home and I have a request from Jim and not Dan. WTF?!? I mean they were legit running back to the hostel before going out again but seriously, WTF? I don’t really get it. Why did Jim request me and not Dan? I spent three hours talking to Dan. Maybe 30 minutes talking to Jim. How does that work? It’s not that I’m particularly interested in him but I’m more confused as to how this all works. I’m perplexed.
Notre Dame
Notre Dame again
Supposedly if you jump on this, it means you'll come back to Paris. This is also where all distances between Paris and other cities are calculated.
Some king that once had a light saber in place of a sword. True story.
View from a bridge
Doesn't this look Alice In Wonderland-esque?
Pretty sure Napoleon stole this from the Egyptians.
After they went bon voyage, I sat next to this hot soccer player on the train, unintentionally because it was packed and I was mad excited to even get a seat. How sad is that? Anyway, hot soccer man had been facing the aisle but once I sat down, he turned right next to me and we rather smiled at each other. It was all sorts of disgustingly cute. And because I like to be different, I decided to pull out my book (in English) and start reading. This gave him a chance to talk to me. He told me his English sucked and we talked about how he was in college and he was so cute. He had brown hair and pretty brown eyes and I like Paris apart from weirdos whose friends add me and not them.
**Names and identifying details have been changed because I believe in a thing called privacy. And just so it’s clear, whenever I use an actual name on this blog apart from mine, if it’s not linked to another blog/site, it means it’s been changed. Thus, the only time I really post people’s names are when they have posted their own online first and I have their blessing.
Tags: Eurotrip 2010, Paris
Well there’s always the possibility that Jim doesn’t care for strategies and Dan didn’t wanna look too desperate. LOL.
Wish I was in Paris!
Hahaha I have no idea if that has anything to do with it at all. It just utterly confused me!