Alright, I'm finally sitting myself down and putting together videos. Quickly. So they're really lame. But here are two quick ones for now:
Video 13: Obama Night (nothing too exciting, just a snippet of life as an American in Paris):
Video 14: Cute Things about Amsterdam and Utrecht
Also, two other quick interesting things to note in my life:
1. went to Madrid this past weekend with Ana R (my middle school buddy) and really loved it. It was colorful, lively, warm, historical and yet also modern, beautiful, and very interesting. We also spent a few hours in Toledo. Mmm I officially love Madrid. The town is SO CLEAN too, even the metro! How do they do it? I taught myself some last-minute Spanish to help get us around, and it worked a bit, although here is what I've learned: if you speak French, it's difficult to teach yourself Spanish quickly because you will automatically still think in French, since the languages are similar, and get really confused. I will better prepare myself for my next trip to Spain and start learning Spanish now.
2. Last night I went to a Noel dinner at the home of my dad's best friend. I celebrated Xmas for the first time-- heck, I even got gifts! Woah. But have I celebrated a single night of Hanukkah? NO. Honestly, I love my host family, but what was the point of putting me with a Jewish host family if they don't even light the candles for Hanukkah? It's quite depressing, actually. At Wellesley, we always light candles. And at home, my family and I throw big Hanukkah parties at least 4 out of the 8 nights. I wish we'd just do SOMETHING at my place here... :(
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Sunday, December 14, 2008
what I have learned this semester
With my first semester in Paris coming to a close (wait? how did that happen SO QUICKLY?), I feel it is time for a reflection on what I have learned, which is infinitely more fun than writing my paper at the moment.
1. Never tell your overprotective father where your future host family lives if he arrives in Paris before you do, because he will cause lots of drama between him, you, your future host family, and your program, all before you even arrive.
2. You must accept that no matter how hard you try to speak French, Parisians will get really excited to reply back to you in English. You must make clear the fact that you are on their soil for a year to learn THEIR language, and recommend if they want to learn English, they should go spend a year on your terf.
3. When your professors tell you what your final assignment is in late October, start working on the assignment in late October. Don't be an idiot and tell yourself you're too busy traveling to start them until December. You will regret it like crazy.
4. Always bring extra socks and an extra pair of shoes when traveling. You never know when it will be pouring rain and freezing cold.
4.5 If it is pouring rain and freezing cold while traveling, buy rum to warm up.
5. Buy your eurail pass way in advance, so your family doesn't have to spend extra money to ship it to you at the last second.
6. When your host dad regularly greets you by saying "hello baby!" know it is because he is merely repeating what he hears in songs and on TV and not because of any other reason.
7. French people expect you to do your homework in your room and can't help but feel a bit invaded upon when you do it elsewhere around their house.
8. You must pay to use the cool libraries in Paris.
9. When your professor hands you a list of books for the class, of which there are about 30, they do not expect you to buy/read all of them, like in the states. It's just a suggestion. You will probably buy one or two books that look interesting and then never find a moment to read them because of all the other reading you must do for this class.
10. Parisians do smile sometimes, are very helpful when you're stuck in a tricky predicament, are also concerned about their weight, like Americans and American culture, only sometimes wear berets, and despite what they say, can speak English quite well. However, they are still absolutely nuts, and you will learn to love them for that :)
edit: 11 (and how could I forget this one?): never give a seemingly sweet Parisian boy who stops you on the street to "faire connaissance" your number, because he will never stop calling, even when you haven't responded in weeks. In fact, he will think he is tricking you by calling from a number 'inconnu.' You will realize that he may never give up, because he is Parisian, and his mind works differently than yours. You will also get nervous every time you walk to the metro from your house because you know that he works at one of the hotels you must pass by, and you're terrified that he will see you and try and talk to you... confrontation--*shudder*
1. Never tell your overprotective father where your future host family lives if he arrives in Paris before you do, because he will cause lots of drama between him, you, your future host family, and your program, all before you even arrive.
2. You must accept that no matter how hard you try to speak French, Parisians will get really excited to reply back to you in English. You must make clear the fact that you are on their soil for a year to learn THEIR language, and recommend if they want to learn English, they should go spend a year on your terf.
3. When your professors tell you what your final assignment is in late October, start working on the assignment in late October. Don't be an idiot and tell yourself you're too busy traveling to start them until December. You will regret it like crazy.
4. Always bring extra socks and an extra pair of shoes when traveling. You never know when it will be pouring rain and freezing cold.
4.5 If it is pouring rain and freezing cold while traveling, buy rum to warm up.
5. Buy your eurail pass way in advance, so your family doesn't have to spend extra money to ship it to you at the last second.
6. When your host dad regularly greets you by saying "hello baby!" know it is because he is merely repeating what he hears in songs and on TV and not because of any other reason.
7. French people expect you to do your homework in your room and can't help but feel a bit invaded upon when you do it elsewhere around their house.
8. You must pay to use the cool libraries in Paris.
9. When your professor hands you a list of books for the class, of which there are about 30, they do not expect you to buy/read all of them, like in the states. It's just a suggestion. You will probably buy one or two books that look interesting and then never find a moment to read them because of all the other reading you must do for this class.
10. Parisians do smile sometimes, are very helpful when you're stuck in a tricky predicament, are also concerned about their weight, like Americans and American culture, only sometimes wear berets, and despite what they say, can speak English quite well. However, they are still absolutely nuts, and you will learn to love them for that :)
edit: 11 (and how could I forget this one?): never give a seemingly sweet Parisian boy who stops you on the street to "faire connaissance" your number, because he will never stop calling, even when you haven't responded in weeks. In fact, he will think he is tricking you by calling from a number 'inconnu.' You will realize that he may never give up, because he is Parisian, and his mind works differently than yours. You will also get nervous every time you walk to the metro from your house because you know that he works at one of the hotels you must pass by, and you're terrified that he will see you and try and talk to you... confrontation--*shudder*
Monday, December 8, 2008
...becoming Parisian?
This weekend I went to London, where I had a spectacular time with friends, got to see the sun nearly all weekend (have I mentioned the sun no longer exists in Paris? I was warned about this but nothing truly prepared me for the depressing reality), went shopping like crazy (oops...), went ice skating, saw 'Zorro the Musical' (ha ha ha...), drank lots of coffee... and then realized something. As much as I loved London, I didn't feel at ease there. And it wasn't just because I had no idea where to look when I crossed the street.
I was in a country where everything was in English and yet was European, filled with historical sights, great public transportation, museums, etc... and I still felt very weird, almost shocked. I was amazed at how much more London life reflected American life-- Pret a Manger= London version of Au Bon Pain, there were tons of coffee chains like Starbucks (in addition to Starbucks, bien sur) on every block, Boots was like a CVS or Walgreens, not like a French pharmacy, and let's not even get started on the fact that people are very polite and friendly and helpful (not that the French aren't nice and polite and helpful they're just... French). Yet, even this began to leave me perturbed after a bit... Why did they need to have so many coffee shops on every corner? Why did the shoe salesman approach me within seconds of my arrival to ask me if I needed help? Why do they drive completely opposite to every other country in the world, and what kind of statement are they trying to make with that? (Ok, that last question was just for kicks and really has nothing to do with this rambling blog post. But really, though...)
After a lot of soul-searching (perhaps not the right term, but we'll use it for now), I'm starting to think maybe what has become normal and familiar to me now is...call me crazy, but it's French daily life. I mean, if the British way of life is more similar to the American way of life, and I felt a bit uncomfortable living this British/American lifestyle for a weekend, that would mean that it was because I now feel comfortable living like a Parisian, right? Could it be that the reason I couldn't stand how slowly everyone moved in the London Tube was because the fast paced, spacious, insane Parisian metro has become the staple? (Even beating out my beloved T in Boston?) Have I come to regard coffee a emporter (to go) as unneccesary, since practically the only place it exists in France is at Starbucks? And why the hell did that British boy behind the counter in Pret a Manger call me "madame"-- can't he tell I'm a mademoiselle?!
Hmmm...I may be becoming Parisian-ish. curious indeed :) :) :)
In other news, there will be no video updates until I'm done with my 5 papers, quiz, film project, and final (all in French) in two weeks. Ohmygod I'm going to die...
I was in a country where everything was in English and yet was European, filled with historical sights, great public transportation, museums, etc... and I still felt very weird, almost shocked. I was amazed at how much more London life reflected American life-- Pret a Manger= London version of Au Bon Pain, there were tons of coffee chains like Starbucks (in addition to Starbucks, bien sur) on every block, Boots was like a CVS or Walgreens, not like a French pharmacy, and let's not even get started on the fact that people are very polite and friendly and helpful (not that the French aren't nice and polite and helpful they're just... French). Yet, even this began to leave me perturbed after a bit... Why did they need to have so many coffee shops on every corner? Why did the shoe salesman approach me within seconds of my arrival to ask me if I needed help? Why do they drive completely opposite to every other country in the world, and what kind of statement are they trying to make with that? (Ok, that last question was just for kicks and really has nothing to do with this rambling blog post. But really, though...)
After a lot of soul-searching (perhaps not the right term, but we'll use it for now), I'm starting to think maybe what has become normal and familiar to me now is...call me crazy, but it's French daily life. I mean, if the British way of life is more similar to the American way of life, and I felt a bit uncomfortable living this British/American lifestyle for a weekend, that would mean that it was because I now feel comfortable living like a Parisian, right? Could it be that the reason I couldn't stand how slowly everyone moved in the London Tube was because the fast paced, spacious, insane Parisian metro has become the staple? (Even beating out my beloved T in Boston?) Have I come to regard coffee a emporter (to go) as unneccesary, since practically the only place it exists in France is at Starbucks? And why the hell did that British boy behind the counter in Pret a Manger call me "madame"-- can't he tell I'm a mademoiselle?!
Hmmm...I may be becoming Parisian-ish. curious indeed :) :) :)
In other news, there will be no video updates until I'm done with my 5 papers, quiz, film project, and final (all in French) in two weeks. Ohmygod I'm going to die...
Sunday, November 30, 2008
guess who met Idan Raichel in Antwerp?
Yes, that would be me, and yes, I will continue to brag about it for as long as I can. The Idan Raichel Project is an Israeli world beat group that combines musical beats primarily from Israel and Etheopia, and here is my wonderful experience from last night:
After a day and a half in Brussels (which I liked, sure, but thought 1 day sufficed and really have no desire to run back there), Mo and I headed to Antwerp, which I really really liked, for the Idan Raichel concert. After spending a lovely afternoon walking around animated Antwerp, and then getting COMPLETELY lost (let's all give a big "up yours" to Google maps, and a big thank you to the family that owned the random bar that helped us pull up the website of the concert venue to find the actual address and called us a cab) en route to the concert, we take our seats in the FRONT ROW of this venue, the Zuidsomethingindutch, off on the left, just IN FRONT of where Idan himself sits and plays the piano and sings beautiful music. And then, the magic started. What a lovely, beautiful, concert full of music that reverberated deep into my bones. *sigh* I got about half of it on video, no joke. And, Idan winked at me twice-- I thought I imagined it but no, Mo confirmed it.
Afterwards, we stuck around, and met some other Jewish girls from the States, Europe, etc, who were working for a company that gets Jews all over Europe together to celebrate umm, Jewishness! Like European BBYO weekend get-togethers. Finally, Idan and the group came out. We shook hands, took pictures, talked, got autographs-- basically, things that made me very, very happy. I didn't know what to say so I just kept saying "thank you so much for your music." I really, truly meant it. As we were talking with Idan, one guy shook his hand and said "alright, so, we'll see you in Paris in February" (when the group's new album comes out) and Idan said "I hope so." Naturally I asked him "wait, really, you're going to Paris?" and he said "I think we are," to which I responded "I study there! I'll be there" and he smiled.
I should also put in a tiny bit of background here-- Antwerp, apparently, has one of the largest Jewish communities in Europe. Literally not even 5 minutes after leaving the train station yesterday, we saw many orthodox/hasidic men in their fur hats and long black robes walking around. We saw Hebrew written everywhere around the diamond district, and stopped in Jewish bakeries and supermarkets. It was a really comforting feeling.
with that, I just want to say, if you don't know who Idan Raichel/his group is, one, how are we still friends? and two, just go here: http://www.myspace.com/theidanraichelproject
After a day and a half in Brussels (which I liked, sure, but thought 1 day sufficed and really have no desire to run back there), Mo and I headed to Antwerp, which I really really liked, for the Idan Raichel concert. After spending a lovely afternoon walking around animated Antwerp, and then getting COMPLETELY lost (let's all give a big "up yours" to Google maps, and a big thank you to the family that owned the random bar that helped us pull up the website of the concert venue to find the actual address and called us a cab) en route to the concert, we take our seats in the FRONT ROW of this venue, the Zuidsomethingindutch, off on the left, just IN FRONT of where Idan himself sits and plays the piano and sings beautiful music. And then, the magic started. What a lovely, beautiful, concert full of music that reverberated deep into my bones. *sigh* I got about half of it on video, no joke. And, Idan winked at me twice-- I thought I imagined it but no, Mo confirmed it.
Afterwards, we stuck around, and met some other Jewish girls from the States, Europe, etc, who were working for a company that gets Jews all over Europe together to celebrate umm, Jewishness! Like European BBYO weekend get-togethers. Finally, Idan and the group came out. We shook hands, took pictures, talked, got autographs-- basically, things that made me very, very happy. I didn't know what to say so I just kept saying "thank you so much for your music." I really, truly meant it. As we were talking with Idan, one guy shook his hand and said "alright, so, we'll see you in Paris in February" (when the group's new album comes out) and Idan said "I hope so." Naturally I asked him "wait, really, you're going to Paris?" and he said "I think we are," to which I responded "I study there! I'll be there" and he smiled.
I should also put in a tiny bit of background here-- Antwerp, apparently, has one of the largest Jewish communities in Europe. Literally not even 5 minutes after leaving the train station yesterday, we saw many orthodox/hasidic men in their fur hats and long black robes walking around. We saw Hebrew written everywhere around the diamond district, and stopped in Jewish bakeries and supermarkets. It was a really comforting feeling.
with that, I just want to say, if you don't know who Idan Raichel/his group is, one, how are we still friends? and two, just go here: http://www.myspace.com/theidanraichelproject
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
quick update and quick video
I'm really behind on making videos, but you can't blame me when it takes nearly two hours to compile a 3 minute little thing (like what you're-- hopefully-- about to see). I have to cut out worthless seconds, put in titles, find a font I like, choose music (always impossible), have windows movie maker crash on me at least once, yadda yadda blahdy blah. I'm working on it, I promise.
So what is this one? It's just some brief shots of the Catacombs (The Parisian cemeteries were getting overcrowded and so they dug up bodies and put all the skulls and bones underground. Gee, what a fantastic idea!), which we went to on Halloween (ooh spooky), and then my weekend trip to Bourgogne the 1st and 2nd of November. Bourgogne was cute, really, and it's interesting to see some small towns, and ancient sights that aren't Parisian for a change.
Alors, voila:
I'm also starting to really stress about how much I have to get done at the end of the semester (December)... but it's hard to take academics seriously when Mihiri (my good friend from high school and Harvard, who I attend Yule Ball with every year) is here, or when I have plans to go traveling (Belgium this weekend for an IDAN RAICHEL CONCERT !!!, and then London the weekend after), or when we finally see the sunlight in Paris... sigh. In addition, I've been sending lots of long texts back and forth with a young, Parisian, Adrien-Brody-look-alike, which also makes it hard to concentrate on other things...
And finally, my host mom has a new granddaughter, born in Tel-Aviv today. So she will be flying down to Israel any day now. Awwww. It'll be interesting to see how my host dad and I manage... he doesn't know how to cook or do laundry, and I'm no whiz at either of them myself. Fun times ahead, I'm sure.
Oh PS- even though I feel like the last to realize this, just want to say GO WELLESLEY! hillary clinton and desiree rogers in the white house! i love being proud of my school...:)
So what is this one? It's just some brief shots of the Catacombs (The Parisian cemeteries were getting overcrowded and so they dug up bodies and put all the skulls and bones underground. Gee, what a fantastic idea!), which we went to on Halloween (ooh spooky), and then my weekend trip to Bourgogne the 1st and 2nd of November. Bourgogne was cute, really, and it's interesting to see some small towns, and ancient sights that aren't Parisian for a change.
Alors, voila:
I'm also starting to really stress about how much I have to get done at the end of the semester (December)... but it's hard to take academics seriously when Mihiri (my good friend from high school and Harvard, who I attend Yule Ball with every year) is here, or when I have plans to go traveling (Belgium this weekend for an IDAN RAICHEL CONCERT !!!, and then London the weekend after), or when we finally see the sunlight in Paris... sigh. In addition, I've been sending lots of long texts back and forth with a young, Parisian, Adrien-Brody-look-alike, which also makes it hard to concentrate on other things...
And finally, my host mom has a new granddaughter, born in Tel-Aviv today. So she will be flying down to Israel any day now. Awwww. It'll be interesting to see how my host dad and I manage... he doesn't know how to cook or do laundry, and I'm no whiz at either of them myself. Fun times ahead, I'm sure.
Oh PS- even though I feel like the last to realize this, just want to say GO WELLESLEY! hillary clinton and desiree rogers in the white house! i love being proud of my school...:)
Sunday, November 23, 2008
reflections on Aix-en-Provence
This weekend I said "au revoir" to the never ending gray skies of Paris and headed down South-- allllll the way South-- to Aix-en-Provence, the bright, happy provincale town where Wellesley bases its French study abroad program. Despite the crazy cold winds, I was very happy, surrounded by yellow and gold buildings, fountains, SUNLIGHT, and my good friends. It was just SO NICE to spend a weekend with close friends from Wellesley, who I've laughed with, cried with, stressed out with, partied with, had crazy/intellectual conversations with over the first two years of college. It just felt so comfortable with them, y'know? We drank incredible mint tea and ate Calissons (amazing pastry/candy thing. I have no idea how you make them but god I love them), had an EPIC night bar hopping and clubbing (we were "those girls" at the club that get all the boys to surround them. Apparently girls don't dance all up on each other in France like they do at Wellesley... ha ha ha. The French boys loved it), did lots of exploring, ate a delicious dinner cooked by Marion's parents (who were visiting for 3 weeks), explored Marseilles, and drank copious amounts of tea at Inci's apartment.
It was strange for me, because in my mind I was trying to make a connection between Aix and something... and I kept coming up with SoCal. Why? France is nothing like SoCal-- San Francisco, sure, a bit, but not LA/Irvine/SB/SD. what was I thinking? When Inci and I took the bus into Marseilles this morning, and I got to see the Mediterranean Sea, so sparkly, and gorgeous, and bright, and calming, I gave up trying to convince myself that SoFra (as Inci called it) is not like SoCal. If my mind wants to make me feel better by associating the two, then so be it. SoFra is SoMuch better though...:)
The most interesting thing to me was to see first hand exactly how different the Aix program and my Paris program are. I could rattle off the differences in a heartbeat (Paris vs. small town, host families vs. apartments, orientation in a small town vs. orientation in Paris, etc), but it was quite fascinating to live the differences for a weekend. It was really nice to live in an apartment only inhabited by Inci and her roommate, where two good Wellesley friends (the lively Natasha and the sweet Stephanie Buhle) lived just above them, and almost everyone else lived within 10 minute walking distance. I was a bit jealous of how easy it was to see friends all the time, and how nice it was to have a truly independent living space. But at the same time, by living with a host family, I'm forced to speak French every day, I can easily have all my language, culture, and geographic questions answered, and I don't have to cook for myself. Yes it's harder to see friends when they live on the other side of Paris, or even a 15 minute metro-ride away, but at the same time it's nice to have privacy and independence by not being with friends all the time. Although I liked all the aspects of Aix's program, I feel like the Paris program works better with who I am as a person, and what I personally wanted out of a year abroad-- but it was so nice to see the green grass on the other side.
I fear that I'm no longer making sense, because I am completement epuisee (completely exhausted), so, goodnight. A bientot, Aix-en-Provence-- can't wait to go back.
PS- a million and one thank yous to Inci Atrek, the best hostess I could have ever asked for!
It was strange for me, because in my mind I was trying to make a connection between Aix and something... and I kept coming up with SoCal. Why? France is nothing like SoCal-- San Francisco, sure, a bit, but not LA/Irvine/SB/SD. what was I thinking? When Inci and I took the bus into Marseilles this morning, and I got to see the Mediterranean Sea, so sparkly, and gorgeous, and bright, and calming, I gave up trying to convince myself that SoFra (as Inci called it) is not like SoCal. If my mind wants to make me feel better by associating the two, then so be it. SoFra is SoMuch better though...:)
The most interesting thing to me was to see first hand exactly how different the Aix program and my Paris program are. I could rattle off the differences in a heartbeat (Paris vs. small town, host families vs. apartments, orientation in a small town vs. orientation in Paris, etc), but it was quite fascinating to live the differences for a weekend. It was really nice to live in an apartment only inhabited by Inci and her roommate, where two good Wellesley friends (the lively Natasha and the sweet Stephanie Buhle) lived just above them, and almost everyone else lived within 10 minute walking distance. I was a bit jealous of how easy it was to see friends all the time, and how nice it was to have a truly independent living space. But at the same time, by living with a host family, I'm forced to speak French every day, I can easily have all my language, culture, and geographic questions answered, and I don't have to cook for myself. Yes it's harder to see friends when they live on the other side of Paris, or even a 15 minute metro-ride away, but at the same time it's nice to have privacy and independence by not being with friends all the time. Although I liked all the aspects of Aix's program, I feel like the Paris program works better with who I am as a person, and what I personally wanted out of a year abroad-- but it was so nice to see the green grass on the other side.
I fear that I'm no longer making sense, because I am completement epuisee (completely exhausted), so, goodnight. A bientot, Aix-en-Provence-- can't wait to go back.
PS- a million and one thank yous to Inci Atrek, the best hostess I could have ever asked for!
Sunday, November 16, 2008
blah, boys...
I think it's time to invent an American boyfriend for myself.
I don't care if I consider myself one of the least romantic people ever-- of course I secretly would love to go on a romantic date with one of those good-looking French boys with the intelligent demeanor, those gorgeous big eyes, that amazing hair, and that chic fashion sense. Those guys seem to have gone into hiding, or they all have girlfriends (and unfortunately, display their love for all of Paris to see...). Instead, I continue to attract attention from the same category of men, despite the different culture, language, and continent: sketchy, strange, and way too forward.
Friday night, on my way out to meet up with Natalia, I hear "excusez-moi, mademoiselle" literally not even one minute after leaving my door. This guy strides alongside me and, because I am wearing my high-heeled boots, I can't run off. Well, he's actually very sweet and he tells me he plays basketball for his university, and asks me if I'd like to see a game sometime, and what's my number? Initially alarms started ringing in my head-- don't do it Orly! Don't give in! See, this happens all the time back in Boston, where I'd give these sweet guys the benefit of the doubt, and then regret it as soon as they call 1 hour or so later asking me on a date. But I thought, naw, I'm in Paris, why not, he seems sweet.
Yeah, Jean-Marc is sweet, but he's just like every way too forward American guy who asked for my number, except worse: he's French. And therefore, he's even MORE forward. He has already called and texted a few times, and recently texted me inviting me to dinner Monday night. I am a horrible person-- I have not yet responded. Like I said, sweet guy, I'd like to be his friend, I just am not interested and I don't want to hurt him. So, comme d'habitude, I don't know what to do. So I haven't done anything yet.
Point is: there are some things that don't change, no matter how far you are from home. In my case, it's the strange men I attract...
I don't care if I consider myself one of the least romantic people ever-- of course I secretly would love to go on a romantic date with one of those good-looking French boys with the intelligent demeanor, those gorgeous big eyes, that amazing hair, and that chic fashion sense. Those guys seem to have gone into hiding, or they all have girlfriends (and unfortunately, display their love for all of Paris to see...). Instead, I continue to attract attention from the same category of men, despite the different culture, language, and continent: sketchy, strange, and way too forward.
Friday night, on my way out to meet up with Natalia, I hear "excusez-moi, mademoiselle" literally not even one minute after leaving my door. This guy strides alongside me and, because I am wearing my high-heeled boots, I can't run off. Well, he's actually very sweet and he tells me he plays basketball for his university, and asks me if I'd like to see a game sometime, and what's my number? Initially alarms started ringing in my head-- don't do it Orly! Don't give in! See, this happens all the time back in Boston, where I'd give these sweet guys the benefit of the doubt, and then regret it as soon as they call 1 hour or so later asking me on a date. But I thought, naw, I'm in Paris, why not, he seems sweet.
Yeah, Jean-Marc is sweet, but he's just like every way too forward American guy who asked for my number, except worse: he's French. And therefore, he's even MORE forward. He has already called and texted a few times, and recently texted me inviting me to dinner Monday night. I am a horrible person-- I have not yet responded. Like I said, sweet guy, I'd like to be his friend, I just am not interested and I don't want to hurt him. So, comme d'habitude, I don't know what to do. So I haven't done anything yet.
Point is: there are some things that don't change, no matter how far you are from home. In my case, it's the strange men I attract...
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