Continuing the story about my night at Barbarella:
I went outside again to find Nate and see him chatting to this petite girl with those trendy straight-line and low-on-the-brow bangs that all the cool kids have. I honestly can't remember why he disappeared that time but he did and left me alone once again with someone I didn't know.
She was a French student who came over with a study abroad program. We chatted names for a bit. She of course recognized mine and could pronounce it better than I can on a good day, but when I stated that it must be very common in France she actually told me it wasn't. The male form is seen much more often than the feminine so I would be unique even there. Her words. Kind of gave me a little shock and an honest thrill, but now that I have researched her name, Anais, I can see why she would think any other French name would be less common. Anais became popular as a name fairly recently...like in the 80s when I am sure she was born so you can't really shake a stick without hitting one of those "goddesses of love" as the name means.
And boy was what open about the love life. She told me she was in lust with this one bloke he had actually slept with. But that wasn't enough. She knew he only slept with her because she had conviently been there and that it wouldn't happen again. She was also worried about a guy she was waiting to arrive at the club because he fancied her though she found him too straight-laced for her tastes. When he walked outside a few minutes later she said she wanted my opinion and went to get him.
He seemed nice enough, small and bearded like many a fellow in this trendy town and when he walked away I told her as much (really only "he seemed nice" because I really didn't get much of an impression at all). She expressed worry over his height and said niceness, and I wasn't surprised with the latter because she seemed like a girl who didn't particularly like sweet nothings whispered into her ear. Especially when she couldn't get over how attractive she found the bartender because he had tattoos and reminded her of the aforementioned guy of lust. "Tattoo's make me hot". Oh really?
She was an interesting one, for sure.
To be continued...
I went outside again to find Nate and see him chatting to this petite girl with those trendy straight-line and low-on-the-brow bangs that all the cool kids have. I honestly can't remember why he disappeared that time but he did and left me alone once again with someone I didn't know.
She was a French student who came over with a study abroad program. We chatted names for a bit. She of course recognized mine and could pronounce it better than I can on a good day, but when I stated that it must be very common in France she actually told me it wasn't. The male form is seen much more often than the feminine so I would be unique even there. Her words. Kind of gave me a little shock and an honest thrill, but now that I have researched her name, Anais, I can see why she would think any other French name would be less common. Anais became popular as a name fairly recently...like in the 80s when I am sure she was born so you can't really shake a stick without hitting one of those "goddesses of love" as the name means.
And boy was what open about the love life. She told me she was in lust with this one bloke he had actually slept with. But that wasn't enough. She knew he only slept with her because she had conviently been there and that it wouldn't happen again. She was also worried about a guy she was waiting to arrive at the club because he fancied her though she found him too straight-laced for her tastes. When he walked outside a few minutes later she said she wanted my opinion and went to get him.
He seemed nice enough, small and bearded like many a fellow in this trendy town and when he walked away I told her as much (really only "he seemed nice" because I really didn't get much of an impression at all). She expressed worry over his height and said niceness, and I wasn't surprised with the latter because she seemed like a girl who didn't particularly like sweet nothings whispered into her ear. Especially when she couldn't get over how attractive she found the bartender because he had tattoos and reminded her of the aforementioned guy of lust. "Tattoo's make me hot". Oh really?
She was an interesting one, for sure.
To be continued...
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