Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Europe III

This is my third and final blog on my trip to Europe. We move on to romance...

It was in JFK, that I first met Sebastien, who is Marilyn's cousin. He was clearly aware he looked good seeing as he flipped his hair when he came over. I knew the only to intrigue him is if I was the only one not interested in him. So I waited for him to introduce himself, or have Marilyn do it. He wanted to be my friend, because I seemed to be on his wavelength (when in all honesty, I think mine is slightly above his).

We became friends in London, when on the way to Piccadilly Circus. He stole my camera to take pictures, and he took the fist picture IN EUROPE with my camera. It was cute, but overbearing. Over the next few days it was just some gay jokes that progressively got more serious--on both sides, and increasing amounts of conversation.

We roomed together in Florence, with Aaren. We sat up and spoke all night. We even chatted while in our underwear (getting dresses, but that doesn't sound as good) before we got ready to go to the Club.

The next day we got gelato, I remember, I got mint, and he got coffee. I told him that I almost got the same flavor. He said do you want a taste. Here I am thinking that I have to use my spoon... he lifted some up. For some reason, I said You can try mine as well. I don't even know why I acted this way to be honest. And we fed one another gelato on the streets of Italy. There were several other times too. It's a shame that no one could have documented it.

While at dinner in Assisi, he tried to kiss me over a plate of spaghetti, and I realized that this was all too perfect.

One the last night, in Rome. Sebastien roomed down the hall. After I made him over that night into perfection, he was supposed to get settled down for the night then come to my room to hang out. He never showed up and went to go see where he was and he wasn't in his room. I found out he instead went to Brittany's room. I went into Liz and Samantha's room, to look out the window, into their room, and I saw them kissing on the bed! I got upset and Gretta, and Marilyn comforted me. While comforting me I formed a scheme.

I knew how Sebastien would act. So from there I told Gretta and Marilyn to act like they hadn't seen me since room check. I went back to Liz and Samantha's room and told them to interrupt them and say I looked in the room and got really upset and left. I told Aaren to say he thought I was in Sebastien's room. I stayed in the Southern Girls' room, and hid in their closet. Everything went according to plan. But after not finding me for 20 minutes, he went back to Brittany's room. I went to "bed" and had Aaren interrupt again and say he found me...

Sebastien came in and "woke me up" and wanted to talk to me, we went and sat in the lobby and chatted for quite some time. I told him how I felt about him, and how I know I don't want to like him. And he was like telling me he's not gay at all. BUT HE TOTALLY IS. He basically broke my heart, and I think it was because I made it seem like I didn't wanna like him, when secretly I totally just wanted to get married right then and there.

We hung out in the Airport the whole time on the way back home. And probably would have on the plane, but I needed time with Marilyn more. We even got money exchanged just so we could bet espressos in LHR. When we were back in JFK, things really seemed different. It was the first place we ever met. We went to Starbucks together and got cinnamon scones, and he got a coffee with it. I told him how cinnamon scones were my favorite, and he told me, "I'll never be able to forget that now," and giggled while he took a bite

When I first said goodbye to him I gave him half a hug which was more than a friendly bro hug. And after the goodbye chit chat, and he had to walk the other way to his car, it felt like he looked into my soul when he said goodbye. From there until we got on the bus, I didn't look back. And when I was getting on the bus I actually looked, and he was no where to be found. I think it was best that I never know whether he looked back or not after.

Monday, April 26, 2010

Europe II

This blog on Europe will tell you about some of the new friends I made.

Since I've already told you about Marilyn in the past, I don't see any point in elaborating on the ridiculously unhealthy amount of fun we had. I even told her mom (also my US History teacher), The Nark, what a queef was, and I didn't even offend her. Marilyn and I had a great time taking pictures in the shadows of Italy, and searching for dress shops. We gallivanted through a romantic park in Paris as if we were a couple and smoked a cigarette. She and I will always have one thing in common--disliking The Midwest due to it's boring landscape.

Next on the agenda would be Gretta. She and I bonded the whole time. She looks like she stepped straight out of Eastern Europe. We made fun of the world and endlessly called each other perfect. When we were in Italy, people who were selling faux leather jackets kept trying to sell them to her. I pretended to be her boyfriend to one guy, and he said, "I'll give you 2 free coats, and you'll be my girlfriend!" Another offered her 50% off. And we were joking about 100% off, another vendor offered her 150% off. They were going to pay her to take the fucking coat!

Third I have Brittany. She is from Newfoundland. She clicked with me immediately, we went for late night strolls in each neighborhood to smoke with her friend. When we were on the overnight train, I was feeling homesick, and she sat in my bunk with me for a couple of hours, and talked with me. We really got to open up to one another. Unfortunately in the in, she ended up disappointing me.

Then we have Aaren, oh Aaren. He was quite possibly the only straight man who I've ever enjoyed their company. He's a freshman, and he was interested in broadening his horizons and understanding the gay culture, he even smoked a cigarette with me, so he earned points there. He let me do his brows too! On the last night, he was bragging about his body to me, and let me feel every muscle of his body. And let me tell you, he is so fucking sexy, I can't up it in words. YUM!

Samantha and Liz were from Newfoundland like Brittany. You'll hear more about them in the next blog. But these girls are so sweet, they danced on a table in a club in Italy with me, and even built a fort in their hotel room with me.

Last if Sebastien, but he's basically the whole theme of my next blog on ROMANCE.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Europe I

In a series of three blogs of my 10 day long trip to Europe, this is my first. This blog will discuss the literal experience.

When I went to the Airport, JFK, the reality really began to sit in. It felt as if all of these months of waiting and anticipating were really worth it. When we got to the airport I was informed that I could only have one luggage, there I combined both of mine into one. The seven hour flight, which was actually 12, due to flying 5 hours into the future had me itching with European fever.

We arrived in LHR, and it was beautiful, despite a 2 hour delay because we had to re-fuel, and there was a fire in the tower we were supposed to get off the plane at.

Once arriving in London, at LHR we went to our hotel to get situated. I set up the room and roomed with some strangers on out trip from North Carolina--Rat Boy and Neanderthal. I claimed a king size bed to myself, despite that I'm only a queen. We went to the most beautiful and neatest places in London. We had traditional food every night which was divine. Piccadilly Circus and Buckingham Palace (we even got to see the Changing of the guards!) had to be my favorite, but seeing Bid Bed, and the House of Parliament in person gave me chills when in their presence.

After 3 days in London, we went via Chunnell (the subway which goes under the English Channel) to Paris. We went straight to touring. It was perfect. It was everything I thought and dreamt it would be and more. We saw the Cathedral of Notre Dame, and there was this perfect garden to it's right if your facing the front. I had a cigarette there, and felt so at home. We saw the Eiffel Tower, went to La Louvre, and even went for a cruise on the Seine. Again, the food was out of this world. I roomed with people I knew this time, so I felt more comfortable in that sense.

Instead of a third night in Paris then leaving like we did in London, we took an overnight train to Italy. The train took us on a 7 hour voyage into yet another Time Zone. Upon arrival in Milan, we hopped on yet another train to get to Florence. There in the prettiest place thus far, we went to places too good for words. We also went to Assisi and it was the most romantic, out-of-a-movie place I'd ever been to. With St. Francis Basilica at it's geographical center, it was a sight to see. Thirdly, we saw Rome, the Colosseum, the ruins, the Trevi Fountain--the whole nine yards. I made a wish, and snuck in a cigarette too, suck on that! The Hotel in Florence was my favorite hands down though.

I looked like the missing piece of the puzzle in each city. Being there made me so happy, and despite that I did miss my family at one point, I would kill to go again. I won't forget a single second of this trip as long as I live.