In 2005 I worked my butt off & dated this guy who I had interest in solely for music and film tastes. That was by no means wise.
I was also asked out by a graduate student at my university who was significantly older than I. We got on well, but I needed to explain to him that I didn't want him to like me because of the fact that I still had many things I wanted to do in life & not have strings attached/a commitment that required me to rethink these actions. I also had to explain that I was leaving for France... I didn't want something to leave behind. I wanted to get to France unattached and free to communicate with people whenever I wanted to. He understood. He had no choice but to understand anyways.
I went to France. Mingled with the French. Traveled. Slept in hostels. Stayed out all night until the sun came up.
I ate Berthillon ice cream next to the Seine every Saturday. Took naps lying in front of Tour Eiffel and did my homework in a Starbucks in the 13th.
I listened to a lot of Sarah Harmer, Third Day, City on a Hill, Death Cab for Cutie, Camille, Raphaƫl, Fiona Apple, Jennifer Knapp, Nouvelle Vague, various French artists I heard on the radio in my host family's home & my host dad had a thing for American country music.
I read too much French and not enough books from Shakespeare & Co.
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