Monday, March 2, 2009

Fleurian, Paris

Submitted by Julia: I used to study in London. One weekend I went to Paris and visited the Amelie cafe and the waitress sat me down next to this man, smoking, drinking vodka, writing in a journal - French-type stuff. He leaned against me and made small talk and asked for my address to visit me in London... sadly he didnt email me until after I left. Boo-hoo! Fleurian will forever have my French-bohemian heart.

This guy obvies thought Julia was hot babe and everything. But if you're a French dude hanging out at the Amelie cafe , doodling your name in a journal, and talking to English girls you are most likely engaging in the most brilliant hitting-on scheme since CBMMN. It's like shooting fish in a barrel, sexy lady fish.