No lies, he is the sweetest guy I have ever met. We've been talking and writing each other everyday since we met. He helped me planned an amazing birthday weekend for my best friend whom he met only one hour of his life. He got us, not a room, but a suite, at the Solomar Hotel, a very nice hotel in the Gas Lamp quarter in downtown San Diego. He refused us to drive, and drove all the way from San Diego to Los Angeles to pick my best friend, my roomate and I. Drove out another hour so that we could eat at this Vietnamese restaurant in OC I wanted to check out, then two more hours back to San Diego. He even cooked a Philipino dish for me, I was just kidding and I had no idea he would actually do it. He also bought me an electric cigarette because I told him I wanted to quit. The first ten minutes spending with him I was already moved by all the things he did for me. And it wasn't over, he even booked a table at Stingaree, the club across the hotel. The hotel and the table service, and the two bottles cost him at least a $1000. He hates clubbing but he wanted my best friend to have the best birthday and to make me happy that he got us in the most fancy club of san diego and even bought new shirt, shoes, and pants because he never dresses up. All this, for a girl that yes he talked everyday for a month, but only met before one night. And he didn't even kiss me that first night. No one has ever gone through all this trouble just to make me and my friends happy. I couldn't believe it. After the club closed (welcome to california where all the bars and clubs close at 2am...) we all went back to the suite to keep drinking.
(I am passing out so I will finish this story later)
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Diary of a Stranger
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Diary of a Stranger
Samedi 2 février 2013 à 13:27
Samedi 2 février 2013 à 12:40
Well, yes I am really awful at keeping up with this blog. In fact the more things that happen, the less I write about it. Since I last posted I have met Cris whom I will talk about in a bit. I have been to Las Vegas with my entire family (direct) and my mum's relatives, a unique occasion considering my parents are divorced and don't live on the same continent, and my mother, brother, and I live respectively in North Carolina, Virginia, and California. Yes, I spent Christmas Eve being a sinner, gambling and drinking in the casino (Christmas is really just an excuse to get together, we're not religious). I came back to LA for New Year's Eve at Roxbury and turned out not to be a very good night. I then went back to Paris for three week to see my father, which was very a breather for me, and refreshing since I also got to see my friends whom I have dearly missed. I went to Madrid so I could finally see RH. We spent three days together and did not do anything until I kissed him when we were saying goobye. Why? Because we were both waiting for the other to send signals so we could make a move. Anyways, we realized we were pretty stupid afterwards and that was the last time we could see each other, so end of a love story that didn't really start. That's what happened when you don't see someone for three months, you don't know how to react when you see them again. It doesn't matter because I think he was hiding something from me, I think we was dating someone in Spain. Really stupid to lie about that, because I wouldn't have got mad considering we don't live in the same country.
But everything is okay because I met Cris.
But everything is okay because I met Cris.
Yes, I was in Paris when it snowed.