I must have one of those faces....
Or I'm just too nice. I'm not sure which one. Today was ridiculous. Sketchy guy extravaganza. It was my first day out without the other girls or my "MPF fan club". I blame the fake blondes in America. They are all porn stars, girls next door, or Paris Hilton (so essentially the same thing). All lame people, making a bad name for people like me over here in Paris (the real one). I'm just sitting on the metro, minding my own business, listening to my iPod, going to the zoo/aquarium, and what should happen? Basically a "you look really familiar routine". Not exactly like that, but seriously, this guy sat down across from me, then moved to the seat just away from me, and then sat right next to me. "Excuse me, can I talk to you?" (in French of course). What the HECK am I supposed to say to that? "Ummm, no...." So annoying. Thankfully, I was getting off just in time to avoid more random chatter from a random man. Enter Le Cimetière du Père-Lachaise, add a random Italian boy and Jim Morrison's grave and you have my afternoon. Seriously, I need to just start lying all the time. Make up excuses as I go. So here I am, American girl in Paris, with random Italian boy following me around a cemetery!! Seriously? UGH and I don't even want to talk about the random boys who took my picture as I was walking home from Pont Des Arts last night. Like seriously? What the heck!?!? If I got this kind of attention in the States, I would demand celebrity. Sorry, I had to vent. Other than that, I had a thoroughly enjoyable day by myself *sniffle*.....I miss the gang....I miss the States.....But I don't want to leave. I'm out.