Yesterday I stayed until my normal time at school but I guess they lock the doors or something because I got stuck locked inside the building. So me being the clever idiot I am decided to look for an alternative route, and I remembered the tour of the school from the first day and knew I could get outside through the "cafeteria" (really, it's a room with a coffee machine) and I opened the door to the outside world. So now I get out of the building and in the little gated garden, and walk over to the gate which is locked. I know the building is locked because that door always is. I knew that when I went out it. Anyways, so now I was stuck outside in that little garden with no where to go and some guy saw me, and asked if I needed help. And I nodded. So he asked if I needed to get out. And I nodded and he told me to follow him, and went inside this building and kept turning corners inside, and it was some bar that was full of a bunch of guys, just guys. And I was like great. And so he leads me past the bar and points to a hallways. And of course my head is just reminding me constantly what an idiot I am.....and then I get to a doorway with a bunch of guys smoking, then push my way through, out the door, on to a street that I had never seen before.....great....that was an extra 20 minute walk home.....
...And for today, I got to sleep in until 10, then promptly went back to sleep until 11:30. At that point, I finally got ready to go- spending extra time getting myself ready, trying to look pretty for no reason, in particular- I wasn't even sure why. But then I went downstairs and learned that I had the house to myself. Score! So I poured my cereal into the bowl that was sitting on the table for me, got out some yogurt and put in my headphones to overpower the sound of the neighbor's dog...anyways, so I finish eating and get up to put my bowl in the sink. And I thought I may have heard the door a few minutes ago, but there was nothing else, so I assumed I was wrong. Anyways, I look up, and there is the most attractive guy I have ever seen standing in the doorway of the kitchen.
Obvi, I froze, and just kind of stared at him...and then Marie comes in behind and says, "Stacey, c'est Gregoire." Gregoire is her son, for those of you who have missed the memo, and I have seen a picture of him, several actually and thought that he was borderline attractive, but in person, whoa. Anyways, so he comes up to me (I'm still holding my bowl and spoon) and kisses both of my cheeks and says Enchante. And I just nod....and then he starts speaking to me this very rapid, beautiful French....and I just stare at him. And he smiles, revealing these pretty white teeth and goes and takes off his blazer, comes back and says "So you are from America?" in English, but with this perfectly wonderful accent. And I say, yes. And then he asks where, and I say Ohio. And he says where in Ohio, and I just say do you know where Cleveland is? And he said no, and I just smile, and say that's okay....and put my bowl in the dishwasher and practically run upstairs. To do what any girl would do in this situation....call someone and tell them.
I looked at the clock, and realized it was 6:30 home time, and decided to call Dan- mostly because it was my first impulse. Well I called once, he didn't answer. So I called again, and am greeted with this very angry/groggy "Hello?" and I say "Hey..." And he goes, "Why are you calling me at 6:30 in the morning on a Saturday?" again in the angry voice. And I think of Gregoire....and then I say "I call you this early every morning get over it. Guess what just happened?" So I tell him about this, and he clears his throat and goes "So you just met the most attractive guy you have ever seen?" And I say yes. And he says "And he had the most beautiful accent?" Yes. And "And he kissed your cheeks?" Yes. "And your first impulse was to call me?" And I said yes. And he just responds "I love you too" And I laugh, I guess that IS what it meant....
....anyways, I ran into Gregoire again before leaving, trying to get out of here for as much of the day as I could...but you know, it never works the way you want.
Though today I did go see the film, Vicky Cristina Barcelona, and thoroughly enjoyed it. The movie was in English, but with French subtitles. I liked it a lot, Sameen and I saw that, and then the other three saw a French film and hated it. Upon learning this, I felt a little smug...they refused to see a movie that they might enjoy because it HAD to be in French, and then they hated it.
The next plan was to go shopping, but I am on a STRICT budget these days so I just window shopped, buying things only in my dreams....
..we all split, Sameen to buy some clothes, Whitney to do homework, Charity and Laura still attached at the hip going off to some park, and here I am, typing away. But a promise is a promise, I will keep this going.
Laura and I were supposed to go out tonight after our respective dinners, mostly because Marie is having a party, and I really didn't want to be here, and Laura said she would go with me. Well, she canceled our plans, shocker, so I am going to be stuck here. (It's not really safe for girls to go out after dark by themselves here, just like any other place). But I think Marie is worried because I don't just go hang out with my friends like every night.
If I had friends here, I might. What I have, is a handful of acquaintances, and just when I think they might be friends, it changes VERY quickly. Like I kind of thought Laura and I were becoming friends, but today she was just so cruel with some of her comments and then waiting so last minute that I can't even make any other plans for tonight.....Fiona at school has ups and downs or friend-like tendencies....
...but I guess I didn't come here for friends.
I came here for the experience.
And I guess, if I am getting, it's a definitely, an experience.
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