done..done..and DONE!
so....well..where should should i start?
let me get the boring stuff out of the way first. work was ok this week. once i got my project, (picking out various successful ad campaigns in the fresh dairy, biscuits, and water overlays then analyzing them to make a presentation used to be shown at a seminar for some company explaining the basics of advertising), things got interesting. i really don't mind working at all and i'm willing to give it my all. i already got some good feedback for the research i did and just for the fact that i actually put myself out there to do things.
the thing about the other intern, tomi, is that from the beginning she didn't create a good rapport with the other girls. and now she's kinda fucked. so seeing this, i made an effort to create a good rapport and i think thats going to eventually cause a problem with tomi. the main thing is that i speak french and tomi doesn't, and the other girls don't appreciate that about her. whatever, i'm really trying to make the most of this internship and the way that tomi doesn't interact or put herself out there seems to me like a waste, but then again we don't have the same goals.
i got an email from eric, aka seat 25b from AA flight 1102, or something. ah he made me laugh hysterically. he has almost the same humor as tom and i have a feeling our e-mail correspondences will be quite entertaining.
soooo..now here is is:
friday i met up with guillaume, a guy i had been talking to for a few weeks, for drinks near my place. he kindof did the tour du monde to get here being that he doesn't live too close, but that was nothing to the tour du monde that we ended up doing together..
anyway we had apple martinis that were way too strong at a bar on oberkampf, just chatting and shit. we started talking about the places we've traveled to etc. he's seen a lot of places since he's in the french marines. yes. hot. anway, somehow he randomly proposed going to normandy, kindof a spur-of-the-moment thing. and since i'm sometimes folle, i said yes! why not??
it was reallllly spontaneous and probably not safe considering i don't know him that well and didn't even tell anyone...but the next thing i know we're en route to normandy.
by the time we got there it was like 2am and well, we couldn't see the beach or anything. we walked around outside but that was pretty pointless. then we had to find a hotel that would be open at that hour. and well, that's when things started to get..interesting? yeah, so there's a first time for everything. and there were many firsts this weekend. never done it in a car, first time there. better than i had imagined despite the lack of space. anyway..
we finally get to a novatel that would let us take the room for the night. didn't go to sleep til' nearly 5 and woke up at 11 to catch breakfast. luckily the weather was beautiful and we were able to walk around a bit, eat something, lay on the beach (could have been another first but a no-go due to lack of provisions). i got some color too! by this time i must say, he was under my charm.
by the time we started going home it was nearly 7pm and getting to my apartment was a bit of a feat since we're both not accustomed to driving in paris. it wasn't planned, but he ended up staying the night. he also made an awesome attempt to repair my shelf in the kitchen but i need a new screwdriver, until then it's hanging quite an precarious position.
anyway, he just left about 30 minutes ago. not sure what the status is, but i know he is smitten. um yeah..comme d'hab. not to toot my own horn (toot toot!) but i have quite a high success rate with guys who give me a bit of a chance and are a just a bit interested. 24 hours is all i need. anyway....
"the thing about guillaume is........." (seinfeld line)....HE WAS A POMPIER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
so whatever, no big deal right? well if anyone knows me a bit or reads this journal, would know that it has been quite a longstanding "reve" to be with a french firefighter. it's stupid and childish and probbably superficial and i know it has no real bearing on the person..but it was just my "thing". i'm allowed, no? and so, ok he's not a pompier anymore..because he's in the french marines, which ranks high on the men-in-uniform infatuation meter. by the way, he happens to have a fucking corps de reve, one that rivals juliani's. definately. that is becoming more and more of an important requirement. and he just carries himself in a certain way, i love it.
what else? ok without getting indecent or anything, let me just say...i've been pretttty lucky with the guys i actually decide to sleep with. no need to recall past experiences or anything, but things just seem to get better and better. and this time i didn't even have to teach him anything..ahem..juliani. but well it was clear he was not lacking in experience which made things all the better.
so we're probably going to take some other roadtrips..not right away though cause this one was a small fortune between the hotel and the gas (63 euros!!! WTF!?). but it's a near future possiblity. another thing is that since he's always on base (45 minutes away) and shit we won't see eachother regularly. which is ok for me cause at the moment i'm not sure what my feelings are and where i want this to go. for now i'm not worrying about it. like for example, on tuesday he's going on a 60km "marche" for 3 days. he's also leaving for 3 months on a mission in dakar, senegal.
hot! and finally, someone to run with! even if he does kick my ass.
gotta love the european swimwear
let me get the boring stuff out of the way first. work was ok this week. once i got my project, (picking out various successful ad campaigns in the fresh dairy, biscuits, and water overlays then analyzing them to make a presentation used to be shown at a seminar for some company explaining the basics of advertising), things got interesting. i really don't mind working at all and i'm willing to give it my all. i already got some good feedback for the research i did and just for the fact that i actually put myself out there to do things.
the thing about the other intern, tomi, is that from the beginning she didn't create a good rapport with the other girls. and now she's kinda fucked. so seeing this, i made an effort to create a good rapport and i think thats going to eventually cause a problem with tomi. the main thing is that i speak french and tomi doesn't, and the other girls don't appreciate that about her. whatever, i'm really trying to make the most of this internship and the way that tomi doesn't interact or put herself out there seems to me like a waste, but then again we don't have the same goals.
i got an email from eric, aka seat 25b from AA flight 1102, or something. ah he made me laugh hysterically. he has almost the same humor as tom and i have a feeling our e-mail correspondences will be quite entertaining.
soooo..now here is is:
friday i met up with guillaume, a guy i had been talking to for a few weeks, for drinks near my place. he kindof did the tour du monde to get here being that he doesn't live too close, but that was nothing to the tour du monde that we ended up doing together..
anyway we had apple martinis that were way too strong at a bar on oberkampf, just chatting and shit. we started talking about the places we've traveled to etc. he's seen a lot of places since he's in the french marines. yes. hot. anway, somehow he randomly proposed going to normandy, kindof a spur-of-the-moment thing. and since i'm sometimes folle, i said yes! why not??
it was reallllly spontaneous and probably not safe considering i don't know him that well and didn't even tell anyone...but the next thing i know we're en route to normandy.
by the time we got there it was like 2am and well, we couldn't see the beach or anything. we walked around outside but that was pretty pointless. then we had to find a hotel that would be open at that hour. and well, that's when things started to get..interesting? yeah, so there's a first time for everything. and there were many firsts this weekend. never done it in a car, first time there. better than i had imagined despite the lack of space. anyway..
we finally get to a novatel that would let us take the room for the night. didn't go to sleep til' nearly 5 and woke up at 11 to catch breakfast. luckily the weather was beautiful and we were able to walk around a bit, eat something, lay on the beach (could have been another first but a no-go due to lack of provisions). i got some color too! by this time i must say, he was under my charm.
by the time we started going home it was nearly 7pm and getting to my apartment was a bit of a feat since we're both not accustomed to driving in paris. it wasn't planned, but he ended up staying the night. he also made an awesome attempt to repair my shelf in the kitchen but i need a new screwdriver, until then it's hanging quite an precarious position.
anyway, he just left about 30 minutes ago. not sure what the status is, but i know he is smitten. um yeah..comme d'hab. not to toot my own horn (toot toot!) but i have quite a high success rate with guys who give me a bit of a chance and are a just a bit interested. 24 hours is all i need. anyway....
"the thing about guillaume is........." (seinfeld line)....HE WAS A POMPIER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
so whatever, no big deal right? well if anyone knows me a bit or reads this journal, would know that it has been quite a longstanding "reve" to be with a french firefighter. it's stupid and childish and probbably superficial and i know it has no real bearing on the person..but it was just my "thing". i'm allowed, no? and so, ok he's not a pompier anymore..because he's in the french marines, which ranks high on the men-in-uniform infatuation meter. by the way, he happens to have a fucking corps de reve, one that rivals juliani's. definately. that is becoming more and more of an important requirement. and he just carries himself in a certain way, i love it.
what else? ok without getting indecent or anything, let me just say...i've been pretttty lucky with the guys i actually decide to sleep with. no need to recall past experiences or anything, but things just seem to get better and better. and this time i didn't even have to teach him anything..ahem..juliani. but well it was clear he was not lacking in experience which made things all the better.
so we're probably going to take some other roadtrips..not right away though cause this one was a small fortune between the hotel and the gas (63 euros!!! WTF!?). but it's a near future possiblity. another thing is that since he's always on base (45 minutes away) and shit we won't see eachother regularly. which is ok for me cause at the moment i'm not sure what my feelings are and where i want this to go. for now i'm not worrying about it. like for example, on tuesday he's going on a 60km "marche" for 3 days. he's also leaving for 3 months on a mission in dakar, senegal.
hot! and finally, someone to run with! even if he does kick my ass.
gotta love the european swimwear