Hi everyone. I've been a little stressed recently- lots of paper writing, unfulfilling work days and to top it off, Thibault is leaving in less than a week. Anyway, I've been wanting to post this for a while. I wrote it way back in January, but just didn't feel right posting it at the time. Anyway, better late than never, I suppose!
After pondering what to text the Swiss boy post-embarrassing vestibule moment, I innocently checked my phone, and low and behold, he had texted me asking if I'd like to see a movie.
Clearly I said yes- it's not everyday I make friends with people from strange countries- and we decided to meet Wednesday night outside the student union. After practically running there thinking I was late (in a new pair of red shoes), I sat outside for a good 10 minutes assuming he'd stood me up (he hadn't) and we began our journey.
I must admit, I hate having to choose the movie, especially with a) someone I don't know very well b) a boy, so when he suggested we watch Le fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain, I immediately agreed. The only thing I remembered from watching that movie at around age 12 was a really awkward orgasm scene- my mom and I immediately turned off the tv- so I was pleasantly surprised to learn that Amelie was not, in fact, about sex.
After we finished the movie (which was in French, I might add- his language, not mine), we talked about various things, including my upcoming birthday. I told him I wasn't excited to celebrate 22, and that I'd much rather be home with my family than here in London. I told him about the birthday cake my mom always makes for me, and how I miss my sister- we're 3 years apart but both born on January 21st.
I then asked him to look at the clock- it was 23:59.
"It's 1 minute until my birthday," I exclaimed.
"But I thought you weren't excited," he replied.
I then forced him to check his watch every few seconds and together, we counted down to midnight.
Boom- I was 22.
He insisted on giving me a proper birthday kiss, and after he planted it on my right cheek, I pulled away. Apparently, he was going for a traditional Swiss kiss- a kiss on one cheek, a kiss on the other, and then another kiss on the first cheek.
Oh well, I'll know for next time. Why can't Americans have cool cheek kisses?