Yup. It happened. I got on the metro at Barbes. It was pretty tight, so I stood right in front of this blond guy in a white button-down and nice shoes. And the most amazing green eyes I have ever seen. He looked at me. I looked at him. We studiously did not look at each other. We looked at each other again and each smiled. And when I got off, I shot a final glance in his direction, and he said "au revoir" with a smile in his beautiful eyes. Well, it was too loud so I didn't actually hear him say it, but I saw his lips move... a sight that I will forever treasure in my heart. I mouthed "au revoir" back to him as I slipped off the train, and then I ran up the stairs into the rainy evening and smiled to myself all the way home.
Part of me wishes I had somehow gotten my number to him, but in the past that has given a very wrong impression (I'm looking for the love of my life, here, people, not a one night stand!!). Maybe I can take that metro back and forth a couple times every evening, wandering the cars in search of those green eyes. But then again, as Liz pointed out, he's probably some chain-smoking, wine-bibbing atheist man. That is, on average, the general description of French men.
Oh, but les yeux! They will haunt my dreams forever...
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