in love...
no no not a French boy.
A French professor.
Who
is
so
lovely.
Yes, I have again developed a female crush. For those of you who know about my other erstwhile female crush last semester...this new one is just as lovely.
Her name is Perrine, and she is from Bogota. She was the professor who conducted my oral French interview and pointed out that I was speaking Spanish. She is incredibly pretty, but in that charming, naturally lively way. She is blond, young (I would say early 30s at most), intellectual, sweet and extremely extremely...oh I don't know, beautiful. I could not stop staring at her during the tour of the Bastille she gave yesterday...she has one of those faces, that you just cannot cannot help looking at and wondering, how does someone have so much prettiness, so much charm, in a single person.
Trust me to develop a crush on a girl before a guy. I wonder if this trend of mine is a backlash to the disappointment towards guys of my age. In any case, Severine is better looking than the equivalent of any male I've seen in Paris.
In other news, I almost developed frostbite on Friday! It was about 0 degrees, and the sort of cold that bites, not nips. Bites, really hard. Foolish me, I decided to wear a dress on our first night out of the week. And ended up walking for almost TWO hours in the cold with only a thin dress on underneath my coat, because we couldn't find a bar that wasn't a) exclusive or b) not alive on a Friday night...and this was near the Champs-Elysees! So much for going out.
We ended up at a McDonald's at the stroke of midnight, a place I haven't eaten in for SIX years. And true to my anti-McDo commitment, I drank only a hot tea as my body slowly thawed in the warm light of McDo, as the French call it. Some sketchy guys approached Jen Kan and asked if she was Korean...what is the trend here????
Yesterday, for Chinese New Year, I went to Dongbo's (a friend from Harvard) friends' apartment in the uppermost north of Paris for dinner. Dongbo and I cooked a huge dinner for 6 people, and all throughout dinner, I again realized how bad my French was when I tried in vain to understand the rapid fire conversation over the dinner table.
This is where a French boyfriend would *really* come in handy. Although I think I'd be violating my dating principles if I dated someone only to use them to improve my French. I wonder what Kant would say to that. Probably wouldn't be too bad, as I wouldn't be objectifying them sexually.
Alas, I have so much French homework, it is slightly ridiculous : / More updates later!
bisous!
A French professor.
Who
is
so
lovely.
Yes, I have again developed a female crush. For those of you who know about my other erstwhile female crush last semester...this new one is just as lovely.
Her name is Perrine, and she is from Bogota. She was the professor who conducted my oral French interview and pointed out that I was speaking Spanish. She is incredibly pretty, but in that charming, naturally lively way. She is blond, young (I would say early 30s at most), intellectual, sweet and extremely extremely...oh I don't know, beautiful. I could not stop staring at her during the tour of the Bastille she gave yesterday...she has one of those faces, that you just cannot cannot help looking at and wondering, how does someone have so much prettiness, so much charm, in a single person.
Trust me to develop a crush on a girl before a guy. I wonder if this trend of mine is a backlash to the disappointment towards guys of my age. In any case, Severine is better looking than the equivalent of any male I've seen in Paris.
In other news, I almost developed frostbite on Friday! It was about 0 degrees, and the sort of cold that bites, not nips. Bites, really hard. Foolish me, I decided to wear a dress on our first night out of the week. And ended up walking for almost TWO hours in the cold with only a thin dress on underneath my coat, because we couldn't find a bar that wasn't a) exclusive or b) not alive on a Friday night...and this was near the Champs-Elysees! So much for going out.
We ended up at a McDonald's at the stroke of midnight, a place I haven't eaten in for SIX years. And true to my anti-McDo commitment, I drank only a hot tea as my body slowly thawed in the warm light of McDo, as the French call it. Some sketchy guys approached Jen Kan and asked if she was Korean...what is the trend here????
Yesterday, for Chinese New Year, I went to Dongbo's (a friend from Harvard) friends' apartment in the uppermost north of Paris for dinner. Dongbo and I cooked a huge dinner for 6 people, and all throughout dinner, I again realized how bad my French was when I tried in vain to understand the rapid fire conversation over the dinner table.
This is where a French boyfriend would *really* come in handy. Although I think I'd be violating my dating principles if I dated someone only to use them to improve my French. I wonder what Kant would say to that. Probably wouldn't be too bad, as I wouldn't be objectifying them sexually.
Alas, I have so much French homework, it is slightly ridiculous : / More updates later!
bisous!
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