Weird world
No one answered my meme. So many people read this thing, and nobody actually made the effort. *sniff*
Weirdest night ever yesterday! We went out with a group of people, which was fun, I made a new friend along the way. Diego, from Atlanta, Georgia, this time. He's got Colombian roots and loves both metal and salsa. Go figure that. Was fun to talk about metal again though, you hardly meet metalheads out here. We've come up with the plan together to find the metalpubs here in Lyon. So far we've both been unsuccesful. Lyon just isn't made up of metalheads, I guess. Sweet guy in general, had a good time talking and dancing with him.
I meet more erasmussers than I meet actual Frenchmen...
After he went home, Silvia ran into an old friend and left me hanging, basicly. Not the nicest thing to do, but it happens when you're caught up in a discussion. But meanwhile, a guy called Richard decided to fall head over heels for me. Wouldn't have an incling as to why, but ok. Name's Richard, 32-year old, way too rich businessman. Don't mind if I do. *grin* I've got a week to go, might as well get pampered by this guy who thinks I could actually be That Girl. (I'm not that mean, really, you know I'm not.) I actually had a laughing fit when he told me. I'm so not cut out for stuff like that. He's got me curious though. How does a guy that doesn't know you at all, get that image in his head?
When me and Silvia finally got to Gare de Vaise, we were welcomed by the image of eight guys beating three others to a pulp. One hit the floor and stayed down, said eight guys ran. Panick, mayhem and an extremely frightened Silvia followed. I don't know how I stayed so calm through all this, but somehow I just felt numb. Must've been shock or something.
Anyway, slept till five thirty, which was fun. Now all that's left to do, is eat at eight (why the hell do they eat so late!) and then maybe contact Richard, since I promised. And since I really wanna know if he was actually sober enough last night to remember me today.
Weirdest night ever yesterday! We went out with a group of people, which was fun, I made a new friend along the way. Diego, from Atlanta, Georgia, this time. He's got Colombian roots and loves both metal and salsa. Go figure that. Was fun to talk about metal again though, you hardly meet metalheads out here. We've come up with the plan together to find the metalpubs here in Lyon. So far we've both been unsuccesful. Lyon just isn't made up of metalheads, I guess. Sweet guy in general, had a good time talking and dancing with him.
I meet more erasmussers than I meet actual Frenchmen...
After he went home, Silvia ran into an old friend and left me hanging, basicly. Not the nicest thing to do, but it happens when you're caught up in a discussion. But meanwhile, a guy called Richard decided to fall head over heels for me. Wouldn't have an incling as to why, but ok. Name's Richard, 32-year old, way too rich businessman. Don't mind if I do. *grin* I've got a week to go, might as well get pampered by this guy who thinks I could actually be That Girl. (I'm not that mean, really, you know I'm not.) I actually had a laughing fit when he told me. I'm so not cut out for stuff like that. He's got me curious though. How does a guy that doesn't know you at all, get that image in his head?
When me and Silvia finally got to Gare de Vaise, we were welcomed by the image of eight guys beating three others to a pulp. One hit the floor and stayed down, said eight guys ran. Panick, mayhem and an extremely frightened Silvia followed. I don't know how I stayed so calm through all this, but somehow I just felt numb. Must've been shock or something.
Anyway, slept till five thirty, which was fun. Now all that's left to do, is eat at eight (why the hell do they eat so late!) and then maybe contact Richard, since I promised. And since I really wanna know if he was actually sober enough last night to remember me today.