He has a girlfriend

YVES

He has blue eyes, I think this is what attracted me the most. Also the fact that he saw me, in that crowd, he saw me.

As you can tell I'm feeling a bit gloomy.
I'm sick. I had some really nice girls visiting from the UK but I couldn't even meet them because my schedule was so full and I was too tired to go out at night! If you are reading this, I'm really sorry girls!
The sticky guy is trying to talk to me again, but this time we are not in the same country any more! Ha ha
Jean has been in a relationship for over 8 years and I think I'm starting to develop feelings for him.

Come on sherry, why do you have to fall in love with every guy you meet?

But he is so lovely with his light blue eyes and light brown hair! He is a pediatrician, he loves children! When he speaks you can hear that tenderness in his voice, he makes you feel safe and cared for. I really like this guy but how ethical would it be to steal someone else's man? This is not the person I was raised to be, I can't do that.

I can't.

Sad kisses...

Hope

Check out this poem, the first time I heard it I thought it was written for me.
I love it!

HOPE 

Sometimes when I'm lonely,
Don't know why,
Keep thinkin' I won't be lonely
By and by.

It's by Langston Hughes, an African-American poet born in the early 1900s.


Bisous!

Braveheart and chocolate

I'm lonely!

So it's friday night, soon midnight and I'm sitting alone in my room writing an entry. I could go out, but guess what, I don't have anyone to go out with. Plus I'm sick! This cough just doesn't go away! I know people who are not that "cool" that got to go out tonight, I'm feeling very depressed!

In addition to that, the German guy doesn't talk to me... I don't attempt to talk to him to either because I don't want to seem like the sticky girl (do you remember the sticky guy? ha ha)

I think I'll watch Braveheart and eat chocolate till I fall asleep. Good idea!

By the way, check out the song Spectrum by Florence and the Machine , it's so cool I'm hooked! It was playing in Abercrombie&Fitch at Champs-Elysées last week.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iC-_lVzdiFE

Ever been told that you need to get laid?

A week ago I met this German who is quite tall and may I say, hot? I don't really like guys with blond hair but he has a good head of sandy blondness going on that wasn't so unattractive after all. It's because of my grandmother that I have this antipathy towards blond-haired guys, she always told me .... Well, it's a long story and I don't have time for that right now. His name is Philipp and he did make me forget about Luca in a matter of seconds. Of course Luca has a special place in my heart but Philipp is so much different. First of all he is only 23 and his English is so much better than any of the guys that I met. He is humorous, and for me that is beyond important, and he comes with a little shyness on the side, which is very cute and unexpected from a guy as good-looking as he is. And the fact that he is oblivious to his attractiveness makes him even sexier! Arrgg!

I don't usually do this with guys, come on I'm a virgin for God's sake but after a moment of talking, I informed him that I was wearing a g string. But I didn't say it like "Oh hi, my name is Sherry, I'm wearing a g string" No, of course not. We were talking about living alone, doing laundry, ironing and then he was like "oh I iron my shirts all the time, I iron them well" (you see, such a cutie!) I said I don't iron because I can't do it but I like ironing my underwear because it gives me a very cosy feeling when I wear them. So he said, you must be very cosy now too then. And what do you expect me to say? Lie? I said no and told him that g strings will never be as comfortable as big white cotton granny pants no matter what the other girls say. So the conversation went on and everything got a little sexier and yes I was leading the whole thing because I like it so much when he is all embarrassed but very conscious at the same time. Then suddenly, he stopped and he whispered into my ear "Sherry, I think you need to get laid and not with me but with someone from your area, somewhere who lives in Paris"
Well that broke my heart! And we started to talk again and he told me that he sees a very big desire for a sexual life in me and how come I'm still a virgin? Come on, it's because I really liked him that I was so open not because I'm a sexaholic pervert!
I added him on facebook the other day and told him I'm going to be very serious now and I'll only talk about serious things. And I did just so a few hours ago in my message where I asked him his ideas about the political situation in Ethiopia. (I know the political situation in Ethiopia because I went to Model United Nations conferences all through high school and I can very seriously discuss any political topic with anyone as long as I do a little reading before)
I hope that will make him change his mind! I'll keep you guys updated!
Bisous!

La fille amoureuse

Hello everyone! I'm back! It's been quite a busy month but now I'm safely back in Paris as a legal student with papers! Long story short, I had a very big problem with my titre de sejour, but everything was solved thanks to my tears and a very gentle French policeman who just couldn't stand to see a not-so-bad-looking young woman cry.

That was the boring part of my big rentrée. Apart from that, a lot has been going on in my emotional life. Would you believe it if I told you that I had "romantic involvements" with 5 different guys? (See the note below.) I will tell each story as a blog post. Now let's begin with my favorite guy...

Here is a little passage that I wrote about him a few hours after we met. Boy did he affect me!

LUCA

His name was Luca was he was 26 years old. I liked him the first moment I saw him, for some reason he had this bad boy attitude that attracted me more than anything.

His eyes, his arrogant, selfish but lustful green eyes could make me do anything. His strong Italian accent was like harsh music to the ears, rough, solid and penetrating. His orders were usually affected by his selfish personality, he had been spoiled as a little boy and he was quite sure that he could get whatever he wanted just by ordering. His father was wealthy, which resulted in him having his own office at his father's company. He would smoke, interfere with himself, do anything to pass time and when it was 5 o'clock he would go home. He lived with his parents. Yet that didn't make him any inferior in my eyes.

He is basically this way-too-good-looking Italian guy with light brown hair and very green eyes. I met him at a bar in Place de Clichy while I was with a girl friend and wow, this stupid confidence of his really turned me on! I know he is spoiled, I know he is like one of those guys who went to my private school but who cares? I like the way he bites his lips when... ok let's not get ahead of ourselves here. 

We chat from time to time but now he is in Croatia for a business trip. He told me that he wouldn't have time to look at Croatian girls and he would only think of me. Like I would believe this!

NOTE : I'm still a virgin.

I met someone!

I'm back in Paris for over a few days now and on July 20th something very unexpected happened. I met someone.

Imagine pale blue eyes, a rather baby face and a head full of lovely brown hair, yes that's him. That's J. He is half French and half Dutch, speaks perfect English and has the best sense of humor I've ever seen in a guy. You just can't get him to stop smiling! He is around 6 feet tall (maybe a little taller) and I just love the fact that he prefers girls with brown hair and brown eyes! I am a total brownie for those of you that don't know!
Plus, he will be back in Paris in fall!

I can't wait, but at the same thing something is making me nervous. He lives in Amsterdam, which is still close but how would it work if we were to get serious?

Maybe I should stop being the overly worried girl that I am and take things slowly and enjoy each moment. I guess I'll do that. 
Yes. 
I will.

Bisous à tous !

Dangerous subway trip

For those of you that don't know, I'm back in Paris. And a few hours ago, I was reminded of a very ugly Parisian truth. Does anyone know how dangerous it is to take the subway after 10 pm with a dress?

I was with a friend and we were both wearing knee-length dresses (ok, maybe just a little shorter). And in about 20 minutes, we had at least 15 guys hitting on us. And let me say this, those guys are not cute, not nice and especially not well-mannered! God! It was so disturbing not to mention scary! In addition to that, I had a guy who was sitting opposite, introduce himself to me in a very pleasant manner. After a short and awkward conversation, he told us to watch our bags. I was watching my bag, and I was also watching my friend's bag. I was disappointed because seriously, I have been living here for a year now, I hadn't thought that I seemed so naive! But anyways, I'm glad we are safely back and I've decided to never take the subway after 10 pm in a dress again. (Thanks to H&M leggings and a very long cardigan that were bought on the spot, I was quite comfortable on our way back)

Bisous!