Daily Snippets
In all seriousness, I should be writing a deep, emotional text about blues dancing. I took a fifteen minutes class in the little room above my favorite dance club and that's all I needed to fall in love.
With blues dancing, that is, not my partner.
Although he does have amazingly soft hands and a swell sense of rhythm.
(Yes, my life revolves around research and dancing. I could imagine much worse even if I can understand that it bores you to tears.)
Or I could write about the responsibility of being taken, together with a good friend of mine, as roles models by a much younger girl. But I'm so confused with my own thoughts about this topic that I am going to avoid it for now.
So all you're left with are these short conversation excerpts. Disclaimer: not always the same "Him".
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Me: With a C.
Him: Like crazy.
Me: Like cookie. C is for cookie, that's good enough for me; cookie cookie cookie starts with C.
Him: You kind of proved my point. Except that you could work on the smoker's voice.
Me: Om nom nom nom nom.
To which I only have to add that I was introduced to Sesame Street by this video.
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Him: Friday night. Swing?
Me: Stop talking like you were sending a telegram. Or a text message. Also, do I look like my personal life revolves around dancing?
Him: It IS a text message. Take it to mean yes, pick you up at 0720.
Me: Dude.
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Me: Grading? What's the class?
Him: Critical Writing.
Me: Oh, I wish I could take such a class to improve my writing!
Him: <raises right eyebrow>
Me: Do you know how much I suck at writing papers?
Him: <raises left eyebrow>
Me: <cocks my head on the left, hands open, in a silent "whaaa?" gesture>
Him: <picks up a paper and reads in a dramatic voice> "The design is innovative, has features, it presents a fresh look which appeals the reader".
Me: Don't tell the others, but there's dark chocolate in my office. Stop by later. Although at this point it's probably cocaine that you need.
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Me: I'm considering spending New Year's Eve in Paris, and I'm considering spending it here.
Her: Bwah! Why would you even consider spending it here if you can be in Paris? As-tu perdu la tête?[1]
Me: Plane ticket prices, length of my stay as I have to be there and not too jet-lagged on December 21.
Her: Bah.
Me: The possibility of spending New Year's Eve with you and a bottle of champagne?
Her: How expensive are your tickets?
Me: Well, you know how it is, plane tickets are quantic, the simple fact of you looking at them changes their price. But between a thousand and sixteen hundred bucks.
Her: So... tell me about this bottle of champagne you and I are spending New Year's Eve with?[2]
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M.: Hello hello and good morning young lady, are you up for brunch?
Me: Oh, you probably haven't got my email, I wrote to tell you that I am terribly sorry but I have a work issue that needs to be solved right now so...
M.: I got your email alright, I just called to make sure you hadn't changed your mind. Last chance for yummy omelets! Would you like me to order some delicious waffles in your honor?
Me: Scoundrel.
My roommate, walking in as I am forcefully pronouncing the last word: Oh, am I interrupting a conversation with M.?
