…Springtime in Paris…

Something funny happened to me last night. After one of our NexT Volunteers party, a French guy came to me and asked me my name while I was waiting for my taxi. I shyly said: “Sarah”. He quickly said that I have a beautiful name. Then he kneeled, kissed my hand and asked me to marry him! I was… like: “OK, get up now, you don’t have to do that!”. He seemed very, very happy. Then he hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. He was drunk, of course… Cute, but drunk. I’m now sorry that I left him because my taxi arrived. 🙂

I wish I had a life as beautiful as my name. It’s said that life is actually beautiful with its little games, hopes and dreams… Why do people always seem happy? Why don’t I feel happy?

Anyway, I think this guy is the first and last person who’s going to ask me to marry him. :))