You know when you're walking down the street and you get stuck behind someone going slower than you? Well, when I listen to music, it really pumps me up and I go flying. Around where I turn off La Rue de la République for my street, BVD Raspail, I got stuck behind an older gentleman who was strolling around. Because we were only a couple of storefronts away from where I needed to turn, it was easier to just slow down and stroll behind him.
It's amazing how people have a sixth sense about others walking close behind them.
He turns around and asks me a question in French, do I live here? My default expression is a smile, which was ultimately my downfall. I respond, yes, since it's mostly true. He looks ahead again and seems to think better of it, turning around to me once more and asking me another question, which I don't understand. I ask him to repeat a couple times, after which I understand that he's asking me to drink with him. I decline and he shrugs as if to say "C'est la vie" and continues on. I turn onto BVD Raspail shortly after.
Two things of importance: 1. He knew I was American, most definitely, 2. He was middle-aged or nearing it, 3. I need to stop smiling as this only encourages such things.
List of things to Do:
1. Stop smiling so much
2. Learn to count
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