Subway lovers

"T'es trop belle" An attractive smile.
"Ahem ahem" Blushes.

In order to go to my classes, I have to take the subway everyday. It takes me about 30 minutes to get to my university and 30 minutes back home. Which means that I'm spending 1/24 of my day underground. Surely, if I'm going to meet the love of my life it has to be within those 24 hours, right? So why doesn't anyone believe in subway loves?!

Here is what happens during a normal underground hour in Paris. Guys, or men, notice me, they give me flirty smiles and mumble little compliments and I get all flattered. But then the doors swing open and BAM, they are gone. And I won't ever see that cute blond guy again, will I? He would have looked great in a tux!

I know it's not their fault, it's just their stop and they are on their way to work or school. But, come on, if they really like me that much, they can spare some time and instead of just staring and mumbling vague compliments, they can ask me my name!

I know why this is happening though. It's because people believe that subway loves don't exist! And maybe they are TOLD to believe that by their mothers. Oh yes, maybe after a bedtime story, their mothers go "well you know darling, as soon as you go underground, things go fake"

If there are any Parisians out there reading this blog, please. Don't just stare, talk too.

Before I forget, "T'es trop belle" means "You are very beautiful".

Bisous à tous!