New national holiday!!
So, today was apparently Notice Emily Day in France.
I know that at a quick glance I do look pretty french - brown hair blue eyes is very common, and I tend to dress fairly well and wear heels most of the time. For the most part, that just means that I get asked a lot what time it is or other random questions from people. Buuutttt today was different XD
First, when I went to H&M to drop almost half of my bourse on clothes (but sosososo lovely clothes...I don't know what their image is behind their spring collection, but I ADORE it, it's totally me, even Cat said so), I went into the dressing room, tried on clothes, came out, got more clothes, went back to try them on, and when I was chatting to the lady in charge of the changing rooms, all of a sudden she gave me this sharp double-take, one I know and have seen before...it's the OHAIWAIT, you're not french!! look I get after a few moments of talking to someone. That on it's own wasn't remarkable. But we continue on to Carrefour to do some grocery shopping.*
I hardly step into the store and start heading for the magazines, when I make sort of awkward eye contact with this man, who proceeds to say quietly as I pass "très très belle." I sort of look back smiling to make sure he was actually talking to me (because, although I am wearing black pumps, I have on minimal makeup and while my hair is not dirty, it's not particularly clean either hahaha), and he was, and smiles back. Well, now I can't look at magazines now because that's too close to where he is, so I sort of wobble and weave down the DVD isle because that's just the first one, and stop and pretend to look at a DVD because whadda know, he's sorta hesitantly following me. I stop and look back at him, and he comes up and says again that I'm pretty, I say thanks, he mutters something so of course I have to do the whole, "sorry I'm not french could you speak a little slower?" So anyway, long story short, we end up having a conversation, he knows some professors at my university here, I give him my number XD;;; He was....not someone I'd pass on the street and start melting inside, but he was very pleasant looking, and very very nice. This is probably a good time to say that he was probably in his late 40s, and I am completely happy with that. You may judge all you like, but I am also a Lolita too, if you know what I mean kekekeke. Anyway, who knows if anything will even come of it, he may never call, I may not be around if he does and I have no idea how to check my voicemail, I never put credit on my phone anyway, but it was nice being noticed ^w^
Anyway, so at that point I'm a little giddy, and sort of wander off aimlessly through the store (taking a path through the home decorations, books, silverware, even though I need none of those XD) and finally end up in the produce isle, prompting me to remember that ohwait, I need fruit XD Grab some pears, only to see him coming through as well (shopping, not being a creeper hahaha), at which point I skedaddle off so it won't be awkward, and then spend the rest of my time in the store obsessively playing noid-avoid so I don't have to run into him again (it would just be weird). I'm in the tea section, pondering over choices, when some random person starts talking loudly behind me, and I'm so neurotic already that I let out a small squeak and jump a few inches in the air. I decide that I should probably get OUT of the store for my mental health, so I turn tail and run to the checkout....even though the only things in my basket are pears, tea, and a few canned vegetables. I get in line, put my stuff on the belt, and this guy in front of me is like...muttermuttermutter to me. I sigh on the inside, repeat the "for chrissake could you use real words with me prz??" and he's like...you're not eating anything but that? I was like...really dude? you buying nothing but two cartons of orange juice, what about you? XD But I stumble over saying something like, oh, at home I'm just missing a few things, and leave it at that. LAWL
Siiigghhhh I'm going to have to go back at some point this week, because the whole thing about having more at home was sort of untrue hahaha. But it won't hurt me to live off rice, spinach, asparagus soup, and now a bunch of canned vegetables for a few days, to be sure XD
*But not before I stopped in at Sephora to keep trying on perfumes. I thiiiinkkkk I've found a winner!!! I tried on YSL Parisienne and Chanel Coco Mademoiselle, and I am completely in love with the Chanel perfume. I'm going to try it again tomorrow when I go back downtown, but I think this is it!!
I know that at a quick glance I do look pretty french - brown hair blue eyes is very common, and I tend to dress fairly well and wear heels most of the time. For the most part, that just means that I get asked a lot what time it is or other random questions from people. Buuutttt today was different XD
First, when I went to H&M to drop almost half of my bourse on clothes (but sosososo lovely clothes...I don't know what their image is behind their spring collection, but I ADORE it, it's totally me, even Cat said so), I went into the dressing room, tried on clothes, came out, got more clothes, went back to try them on, and when I was chatting to the lady in charge of the changing rooms, all of a sudden she gave me this sharp double-take, one I know and have seen before...it's the OHAIWAIT, you're not french!! look I get after a few moments of talking to someone. That on it's own wasn't remarkable. But we continue on to Carrefour to do some grocery shopping.*
I hardly step into the store and start heading for the magazines, when I make sort of awkward eye contact with this man, who proceeds to say quietly as I pass "très très belle." I sort of look back smiling to make sure he was actually talking to me (because, although I am wearing black pumps, I have on minimal makeup and while my hair is not dirty, it's not particularly clean either hahaha), and he was, and smiles back. Well, now I can't look at magazines now because that's too close to where he is, so I sort of wobble and weave down the DVD isle because that's just the first one, and stop and pretend to look at a DVD because whadda know, he's sorta hesitantly following me. I stop and look back at him, and he comes up and says again that I'm pretty, I say thanks, he mutters something so of course I have to do the whole, "sorry I'm not french could you speak a little slower?" So anyway, long story short, we end up having a conversation, he knows some professors at my university here, I give him my number XD;;; He was....not someone I'd pass on the street and start melting inside, but he was very pleasant looking, and very very nice. This is probably a good time to say that he was probably in his late 40s, and I am completely happy with that. You may judge all you like, but I am also a Lolita too, if you know what I mean kekekeke. Anyway, who knows if anything will even come of it, he may never call, I may not be around if he does and I have no idea how to check my voicemail, I never put credit on my phone anyway, but it was nice being noticed ^w^
Anyway, so at that point I'm a little giddy, and sort of wander off aimlessly through the store (taking a path through the home decorations, books, silverware, even though I need none of those XD) and finally end up in the produce isle, prompting me to remember that ohwait, I need fruit XD Grab some pears, only to see him coming through as well (shopping, not being a creeper hahaha), at which point I skedaddle off so it won't be awkward, and then spend the rest of my time in the store obsessively playing noid-avoid so I don't have to run into him again (it would just be weird). I'm in the tea section, pondering over choices, when some random person starts talking loudly behind me, and I'm so neurotic already that I let out a small squeak and jump a few inches in the air. I decide that I should probably get OUT of the store for my mental health, so I turn tail and run to the checkout....even though the only things in my basket are pears, tea, and a few canned vegetables. I get in line, put my stuff on the belt, and this guy in front of me is like...muttermuttermutter to me. I sigh on the inside, repeat the "for chrissake could you use real words with me prz??" and he's like...you're not eating anything but that? I was like...really dude? you buying nothing but two cartons of orange juice, what about you? XD But I stumble over saying something like, oh, at home I'm just missing a few things, and leave it at that. LAWL
Siiigghhhh I'm going to have to go back at some point this week, because the whole thing about having more at home was sort of untrue hahaha. But it won't hurt me to live off rice, spinach, asparagus soup, and now a bunch of canned vegetables for a few days, to be sure XD
*But not before I stopped in at Sephora to keep trying on perfumes. I thiiiinkkkk I've found a winner!!! I tried on YSL Parisienne and Chanel Coco Mademoiselle, and I am completely in love with the Chanel perfume. I'm going to try it again tomorrow when I go back downtown, but I think this is it!!