The knocking man.
So, yesterday was excellent! Carro arrived a bit late, around 23h or something but that didn't stop her from going out for a Nic & Carro special! That's what I love about that girl, she is always in the mood no matter how tired she is!! (the poor girl had worked since 6 o'clock in the moring tha same day and then she went straight on to the flight) And oh my god it was crazy! We danced our asses off last night, that's another thing I love about her, there is really no better dancing partner than her! :)
Our evening began at O'Sullivans (as usual) and then we made Steven get us into Magnum (I've been there but it was Carros first, so there we met some friends) and thenn we wrapped it up ad Café Oz.
We decided to take the bus home and that's when the big bomb dropped. When we took the bus home a guy just wouldn't leave us alone. He wasn't at all creapy or rude, he was actually pretty nice. But we were tired (it's was around 8h this morning so..) And he got of the bus with us wanting to buy us breakfast. And so when we got to our door we said our goodbyes but he insisted on coming up for some tea and we said absolutely not, and we said goodbye again and then we closed the door on him and started climbing my 6 floors.
Halfway up he somehow managed to get the door open (there is a code). We heard him in the stairs and we totally panicked!! We ran up the last three stairs, got into our apartment and looked the door.
Now I don't know what his deal was but for some reason he thought my name was EVA and he came to our door, started knocking and talking and we were super quiet and didn't dare to move. But after 10 minutes we got bored and started getting ready for bed while laughing because it was just crazy weird. But he just would not give up! The guy wasn't in anyway rude but, he simply stood there talking and trumming his fingers against my door.
Now, you'd think a guy would know when a pick up isn't gonna happen. But this guy wouldn't give up and after having been outside our door for an hour my neigbours called the police on him and they came up arresting him for trespassing and disturbing behavior (we woke the neighbours baby).
The police was awfully cute and he took my name and number and said that the guy seemed harmless but they were nearby so we shouldn't worry and that he just seem to like me very much, since he claimed that he wouldn't be standing outside my door for an hour if he wasn't serious about me. He wanted my number and stuff and asked me to knock two times on my door if I wanted him to leave and stuff. (likt that song, Knock three times lol) It was crazy.
The thing is, this only happens when we are together, Carro and I! I don't understand, but there is something about our "couple" that attracts strange people! We should not be together! Maybe it is our light hair/dark hair/ la petite blonde et la petite diva - thing.. Oh I don't know. But it was one of the strangest things that has ever happened in Paris even for us.
After he had stood there for 15 minutes we could not take him serious anymore! We started laughing uncontrollably pressing our faced into pillows so he wouldn't hear. It was just really pathetic...
Anyway, Carro is still sleeping but when she wakes uo we might go out shopping, I didn't take one single picture last night I have completely stopped... It's not that fun anymore.
Bisous strangers
Our evening began at O'Sullivans (as usual) and then we made Steven get us into Magnum (I've been there but it was Carros first, so there we met some friends) and thenn we wrapped it up ad Café Oz.
We decided to take the bus home and that's when the big bomb dropped. When we took the bus home a guy just wouldn't leave us alone. He wasn't at all creapy or rude, he was actually pretty nice. But we were tired (it's was around 8h this morning so..) And he got of the bus with us wanting to buy us breakfast. And so when we got to our door we said our goodbyes but he insisted on coming up for some tea and we said absolutely not, and we said goodbye again and then we closed the door on him and started climbing my 6 floors.
Halfway up he somehow managed to get the door open (there is a code). We heard him in the stairs and we totally panicked!! We ran up the last three stairs, got into our apartment and looked the door.
Now I don't know what his deal was but for some reason he thought my name was EVA and he came to our door, started knocking and talking and we were super quiet and didn't dare to move. But after 10 minutes we got bored and started getting ready for bed while laughing because it was just crazy weird. But he just would not give up! The guy wasn't in anyway rude but, he simply stood there talking and trumming his fingers against my door.
Now, you'd think a guy would know when a pick up isn't gonna happen. But this guy wouldn't give up and after having been outside our door for an hour my neigbours called the police on him and they came up arresting him for trespassing and disturbing behavior (we woke the neighbours baby).
The police was awfully cute and he took my name and number and said that the guy seemed harmless but they were nearby so we shouldn't worry and that he just seem to like me very much, since he claimed that he wouldn't be standing outside my door for an hour if he wasn't serious about me. He wanted my number and stuff and asked me to knock two times on my door if I wanted him to leave and stuff. (likt that song, Knock three times lol) It was crazy.
The thing is, this only happens when we are together, Carro and I! I don't understand, but there is something about our "couple" that attracts strange people! We should not be together! Maybe it is our light hair/dark hair/ la petite blonde et la petite diva - thing.. Oh I don't know. But it was one of the strangest things that has ever happened in Paris even for us.
After he had stood there for 15 minutes we could not take him serious anymore! We started laughing uncontrollably pressing our faced into pillows so he wouldn't hear. It was just really pathetic...
Anyway, Carro is still sleeping but when she wakes uo we might go out shopping, I didn't take one single picture last night I have completely stopped... It's not that fun anymore.
Bisous strangers
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