Random
i was with a french guy once.
it was new years and i was in st kilda at a club called Robarta and he started talking to me in his french accent and i stood there and pretended to listen while i was trying to thread my straw through a piece of ice floating in my vodka with a hole in it. I cant remember what he said because i was trashed, but he had a sexy accent and all i thought was "kiss me now before u bore me to death."
He wanted to see me again and said "i give you my number so that if you want to see me, you call me. i dont want to pressure you. you are very special." and i was like "yep thats cool." cos i was trashed and i didnt hear the depth of it. He gave me his number and didnt kiss me, because he didnt want to wreck the moment (?) and walked downstairs. I went on dancing and then he came back upstairs again and said in his accent "i couldnt leave without kissing you." so he did. He was pretty good from what i remember.
Just a random memory that came back to me on the train.