happy St Valentin to you too!
happy St Valentin to you too!
the expectation of a nice Italian pizza is a great way to start Sunday, especially if you have some work to do instead of from being lazy and enjoying the frosty morning.
A semi-flirtatious person texted me an emoticon with a kiss and love, only to tell me it was a mistake, and it wasn’t addressed to me. I just raised virtually my shoulders.
This population of semi probably needs evacuation before the end of the month to make space for something more authentic.
So, while waiting for the Italian night a song by a French with Italian origin, I think:
the weather is beautiful in the South of France, and just to celebrate our last summer month, a song on heat…
how do people meet? Through common connections, or friends? They go to school together, they work or practice the same sport?
And what if your colleagues are married or seriously in a relationship? Do you try to meet people randomly, through the internet for example?
Is age important?
I had a conversation with a friend from Poland. She was telling me she has always met her partners at the groups she belonged to: University, work, …
That a good couple should have a common origin.
But then, why don’t people of common origin always have a happy ending?
St-Valentine is approaching, and these questions need an answer.
a new week is starting and I have new adventures to live! I watched this film with someone who appreciates films for children and here is a message to take away with me 😉
A song that seems to go express my feelings
I offer you the Chopin Nocturnes, as you go on your way, and I offer it also to me and to those who like piano music. Time for relaxing, inspiration and … sweet dreams!
Hello dear May on your way to go,
the weather was beautiful in London and this has triggered a mood for love to me… and probably to these couples who were kissing on the closest park, to pigeons and to other forms of life…
So how was this mood canalized in my case? I have recently developed a romantic interest for a Portuguese artist. It has been before my trip to Paris. I knew him before and found him moderately attractive. But there was not a particular spark between us.
In the spring colours, something about him became more enchanting. Was it something he said or the fact that he got on my nerves? Difficult to decide. The truth is, we don’t seem to agree on many things. Then why do we hand around together?
Probably because he doesn’t know that many people and this brings expats together somehow. I don’t hang out a lot with other French in the same way as other people. And my workplace is multicultural.
So I had an argument with the Portuguese and now he is avoiding to look at me or to talk to me directly. Is this called sulking?
In any case he points himself in front of me just to show me he doesn’t.
Is this serious? Or even grown up?
I thought I would give myself a treat and look all over London for a nice pair of boots. After all, a me-me time was necessary to put my compass in the right direction.
It is nice to see friends and friends of friends and people who look in different directions and challenge my certainties. But once in a while how about just being nice to oneself without any reason at all?
I wanted a pair of UGG, these Australian brand because they are so comfortable for every day, and my foot need them. But I decided I would wait for sales and an awfully good sale. One of their stores is in the Piccadilly area, so I took the bus to admire the city instead of jumping into the tube.
You know, shopping in London is not the easiest thing for me. I know Paris like the back of my hand, and even there, it took me a month to find my perfect black bag. So London? The market is huge but I am still like a tourist who doesn’t know where to look outside of the usual mega-stores. That I don’t particularly like.
But to come back to my boots, they didn’t have my size for the ones I liked. Why don’t you go to our other store towards Shepherd’s Bush, a salesperson told me. Ok, it seemed easy. But I would first stop for coffee in the first cafe. This was the wisest thing. Taking a break.
Because the Westfield shopping center was an entire city. I spent an hour just to locate the store. Me, who think Galeries Lafayette is too big and prefer small stores around the corner.
But it was worth it. I came out victoriously with a pair of boots.
And these boots are made for walking 😉
As I am searching for flats in London, I came up this song of AVICII and completely loved it! So I would like to dedicate it to all who find something inspiring in it, and as the lyrics say, “Thursday, Waiting for Love”! Let’s wait for love not only on Thursday! Let’s love something, someone, ourselves, now, the past, the future, a nice dessert, a smile, a blog post!
this is the hit of the moment for me, I have been dancing around in this rhythm, it was passing at the bar I was out with some friends and I checked it out. Isn’t it great?
Today the sun was shining again after a few rainy days, and I walked quiet a lot: from the center of Paris to the Opera and St Lazare area, back to the center. The good thing is I managed to advance on many fronts.
It has been a bit challenging because I had to explain my life to people I didn’t know and face their curiosity (something that was putting me out-of-order in the past);
So, I would say that there is progress. What is more, another funding deadline for tomorrow, and it feels good.
As I came back home, throwing away my shoes, it felt that I did a good job. And, “cerise sur le gâteau”, or last but not least, I know more about the kind of man I would like to be with, because I know myself better: a family person, and rather adventurous. Like James Bond and my neighbour at the same time 🙂