In between

This is it. The time of strange outfits is back! While me, who managed to turn into a Parisian in what comes to wearing long sleeved tops when it was 29 degrees outside, back in August. And now, when it is 15 degrees outside and probably even more, while I wear my winter gear - boots and jacket with fur, scarf and when really cold, even the gloves....the same time there are people out there, tourists mostly, wearing just t-shirts!! For example, a moment ago, there was a Asian looking dude entering the Starbucks in Opera, where I'm currently located, wearing a sleeveless top and sunglasses. And I was thinking: "Dude, c'est pas Miami!" :D 

And....I don't even start with the sandals and open-cut shoes....

Another story, that needs to be told involves a saying I heard lately. 

So, when something happens, something good. Then the French say something like that: It's good, but it's no America. :D 

It doesn't really fit in here, I mean, in this post, but before I forget this. :) 

What else. Paris is still awesome. Love my life. Of course, it could be better, I do have few depth, my rent is way tooo expensive for my income, I can not afford to go places and do stuff, go shopping and all that, but, it's all happening in Paris. One of the most amazing cities I know. Even if I had a shitty day at work, then there is a sparkling Eiffel tower on my way home. So, when things are shit, then the difference is, that the things are shit in Paris and it is way better than shit anywhere else, believe me! :) True story! 

This photo was taken yesterday around midnight, on my way home. 

Also, I have cute old Chinese man keeping a store downstairs. His "Ca va!" is sometimes just what I need to get my good mood back. :) And, in the mornings, when going to work or where ever....when I step out of my apartment, I can smell freshly baked bread. (there is a Boulangerie downstairs!!) MMMMmmmmmm! Love it!

Autumn is amazing in Paris. Sooooo pretty! :) The Sun shines more softly, leaves are falling... when rains, it's soooo beautiful, streets are all rain shiny and the city smells differently.

And as much as I love Paris, it will be London in few weeks! The Wannabe Parisian, me, is moving to London with her boyfriend to find a great job and get some more international experience and work hard and play hard and....do things I always wanted to do. It's like that! If not now, then when, right! Yay! This is going to be another adventure... and Maria's going cosmopolitan. 

Bisous!

In Paris..

..and so in love.

♥ ♥ ♥

Stories of my crrent reality

Paris, Prance & Las Vegas, USA

One of my funniest stories from recent history involves one French Casanova I happen to know, he's really young (20) and he's in the middle of seducing as many beautiful girls as possible. 

He is very picky. Like he says, it's better if she is beautiful, not too fat (skinny in this case), long hair, because it is more feminin and you have something to hold on to while in the middle of certain activities. Also, she has to have some sense of style and better if she is a tourist, even better if she doesn't speak French nor English too good or at all. And stupid. 

Like he says, girls usually come in pairs – one ugly and one gorgeous. Sometimes 2xgorgeous, but it's rare. And when trios, one is always (f)ugly. 

So, this story is about this Casanova I know and one of his many one night girls, she was a tourist from NY. Well, the thing is – he did he's usual, taking her out to a restaurant and getting her drunk so her morals would get more flexible. Sounds pretty universal, uh? The thing is that the French are more classy in this process and more gentleman-like and more considerate., more ...hm..charming ...and all this makes the girls let their guards down and falllllllll into the trap! This is what happened to that girl... I don't need to mention the place, right, the most romantic city in the world, the city where anybody would love to be in love, swept off their feet by a charming prince and etc... Those factors work in favour to those millions Casanovas in this city! Especially when you are used to those jerks who do not know that it is polite to open a door for a woman or actually, when walking on a street, to make her hold your hand to make her feel safe...

Sidenote: Hilda, my canadian friend is back in town for a week,  met up with her for drinks yesteday and what she pointed out was that while here, she thought French men were a bit too much for her. All this. And now, when she is back home, she misses that! She says that canadian men are booooooring. True. French are French. They sure do know how to make a women feel like a princess and how to enjoy simple pleasures of life...

Back to the story. He seduced her, she spent the night at his place, in the morning, he went to get croissants and after he drove her to her hotel, then she cried and they both went separate ways. 

Yes, she CRIED. Well, I knew he had conquered another one of those ...I simly asked how did it go and he said that all was good, but when she cried in the morning, that this was weeeeeeird. That one night girl and cryyyying... :D And, yes, for him, this was another Win after the usual game. For her this might have been one of the most remembable events of maybe her life (so far, I hope).  

Yes, so, she cried, that's funny! Or not, maybe it was win-win, if you know what I mean. :)

So, and the second story involves one of my friends, about a month ago, when I last saw her, we were sitting in a restaurant, having drinks and she was updating me with her life's most recant happenings - how she's in rather intimate relations with three guys from around here...oh, the details were juicy! :)
But the main line of this was that all she wanted was an actual serious relationship and a real BF. Also, she was real excited about her going to UK, home, and from there to holidays for a week with her girlfriends - girls gone wild trip to Las Vegas, USA. And what absolutley needs to be mentioned, she's gorgeous!
There she went.

A week later, I heard from another friend of ours, that the night before she had gotten married to a Swiss dude, who was shitloads wealthy and he's flying her to his by the end of the week. WTF. :) This is the most unbelievable story I had heard, yet, not that unbelievable of her. :) She's one of the craziest girls I happen to know these days. Yes, she's married now, for real, they are still together, a month later and this can be considered to be the happy ending of her foxy life as it was. Win! :)