Ok all I have to say, is that you know you're tipsy when you hear yourself saying, "...but that's because I'm a whore (pause) That's not true though, I'm not! Don't listen to anything I'm saying."
Colleen and I had dinner and I had a yummy salad and DELICIOUS WINE and boy am I feeling GREAT! I love France! What a good last friday night as a Parisienne.
Also France won, I am guessing, by the amount of drunken singing I heard on the metro. Oh french boys. You silly alluring irresistable men who know how to dress yourselves, and listen to me when I talk. Colleen was saying that she didn't know whether her french boy à l'époque had been interested in dating her, or just sleeping with her. I explained the crux of the matter: in france, these are not seperate things. This is why American girls are notorious for going out on a date with just about anyone, and kissing just about anyone, but apparently once you get french girls to do these things, they are easier to actually get into bed. Personally, I don't know which system is better, but let me tell you, less confusion = good.
this is a ridiculous post.
Also apparently everyone who graduated from Fordham this year now lives in Astoria. Is this my fate? We shall see.
Milles baisers, je vous aime mes petits loups!
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