On The Beach

A couple of days ago I was swimming around in the ocean when these french guys started talking to me. I couldn't understand what they were saying because of the waves, so I kept asking "what?" After a while I got out and so did they, and thinking that I didn't know French they had a conversation about me and my German friend right next to us. Basically they were trying to decide what to say to us, some of the contenders were "do you like to come to the beach?" "do you want to go out with us tonight?" and "do you want to meet us at the beach tomorrow?" Eventually they decided to talk to me:

Guy 1: Do you want to go swimming again?
Me: No, we just went swimming three minutes ago.
Guy 1: Oh, yeah, but we could go again.
Me: Umm, no thanks.
Guy 2: So, you're tanning.
Me: Yeah.
Guy 2: You need sunscreen.
Me: Yep, I just put some on.
Guy 2: Well, maybe we could help you and your friend put it on?
Me: No thanks.

Then they started talking about how I actually understand French but my friend doesn't, and I went to sleep. I was woken up by a pebble thrown at me.

Guy 1: I didn't do it!
Guy 2: Me neither!

So I shrugged and went back to sleep. Three minutes later:

Guy 3: It was me!

These guys were twenty-somethings. It's crazy.

It kind of hurts my feelings when I go out with my German friend and everyone hits on her but nobody hits on me. She's a model, and one of the most beautiful people I've ever seen. But it kind of sucks to be the normal-looking sidekick. I want to be sexually harassed again!

I made three friends. Proud? The girl who is now living with me and two guys from another French class at school. Sweet!

I am that cute little euphemism, "hung over". I was drinking with some Australians last night, and they really hold their alcohol well. Or maybe they don't, I was too drunk to tell. Ouch! Never again.