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.
so many things happened this month, I couldn’t even catch my breath! Right now I am siting in my living room in Paris, where I arrived yesterday evening; after a long stay in my hometown, at the South of France.
T-shirts, books and shoes are on the floor, and on the chairs. They are witnesses to the way I prepared my suitcase a month ago : should I bring with me this or that? I feel overwhelmed looking at the familiar mess.
Mess or no, I am really happy to be back. I already saw two of my neighbor-friends and the lady-baker with the moustache across the street noticed I have returned; even though she pretended not to.
The weather? Beautiful: not too warm, not too cold. Just good enough to be out. For a walk.