That evening, we went out to dinner for the true French experience: escargot and frog legs. Next door neighbors to the best creperie in Paris, I practiced more French with the waiter who was eager to get us in. Turns out, we were not dissapointed! The escargot was fabulous; garlic and parsley butter can make anything delicious. And the frog legs were pretty good, too. While they actually freaked me out a bit just looking at them (and the leftover bones), I just envisioned them as chicken legs. It's funny because people always say "tastes just like chicken!" when actually it tastes like a fishy-chicken. I did enjoy them though!
After dinner, we walked around in the still-bright city despite it being 10pm and we ended up on the pedestrian bridge of Notre-Dame. That proved to be a fabulous choice of entertainment for the evening. There was a roller-blading show going on by four very attractive men. Immediately, we gave them names: Blue Shirt was the most attractive right away. Black Guy was a fabulous dancer and performer with some nice little dreads goin' on. Gerard Butler look-alike was alright, both in looks and performance. Then there was Black Shirt. He looked like the youngest out of them all with some nice skater hair goin' on and just killing it on the course. Hands down, he was the most skilled performer of them all. My eyes were definitely on him the whole night. And he knew it.
Zabrina and I went from standing in the crowd to sitting on a bench and watching the rest of their performance while definitely cheering louder than the rest and enjoying the music they had going. At one point, Zabrina gave a huge thumbs up to Blue Shirt which then prompted him to come sit next to us and talk. Well, he only spoke French so I did all the talking hahahaha. He got up and did some more runs, I was still eyeballing Black Shirt and I'm pretty sure we were just giving him more motivation to keep going.
We were enjoying ourselves so much that when they announced the music was over, I was so sad! But since I'm a dummy and I have no experience with guys, I took that as our cue to leave. So we left! Whattttttt!? Immediately I regretted it. In fact, I was acting like a weirdo and just wanted to go back so badly. The guys were still practicing but with headphones in. We actually walked back up to the bridge but I chickened out and kept walking away. I devised a plan where we could walk around the back of Notre-Dame and come back over the bridge on the opposite side because, why not.... We ended up back on the bridge but just staring awkwardly the other way. How awkward are we!? Finally Blue Shirt came over and started talking to us again, me in my broken French, and him in his thick Portuguese accent. Finally, finally, finally, Black Shirt came over and introduced himself. Turns out he spoke English! Holla at me. The shocking thing though (if you know me) is that he was actually from Moscow and moved to France for his Master's degree and was now working in banking. Portuguese guy was out of the loop because he really spoke zero English. Unfortunately, all I got was Blue Shirt's contact info and not Tim's! I am still kicking myself. I don't like Blue Shirt, I liked Tim! Needless to say, I'm going back to that bridge on Sunday night and really hoping Tim is there. And NOT Blue Shirt. My last chance for a Paris fling? Even Zabrina got one and she was only here for two weeks! What is wrong with meeeeee. (Actually what's wrong with all the guys!?)
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