I am in a place that is very similar to the Grand Place in Brussels, but I am in France and not Belgium. I want to move here permanently since I am only visiting on vacation. I have no life anywhere else so it is perfect. I love France. I love speaking French. I meet this attractive, blond haired French guy. He shows me his apartment and jokes to me that it is for rent. I respond with serious interest.
"I would love to check out your place!" He opens the door and I see everything neatly organized. There is a lot of black and white. It is very fancy in here. I don't even think about the fact that it must cost a fortune to live here.
"I was just kidding. I'm not renting out. I still live here."
"Do you need a roommate?" I persist on. "Tu t'appelles comment?" I continue in French try to make my American-self worthy of staying in his country. "Tu viens d'ici?" I try and ramble as much French as I can remember. His friend is walking nearby us and is teasing me in all my effort. We walk through the Grand Place and head out somewhere... Who knows where... BECAUSE I WAKE UP.
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