at least it's not boring

bunnies, if my life could be any more of a tragic slapstic comedy, you could rent it from your local video store.

this morning i played a new part.

soothing rays of the morning sun coming through the window into a stylish bedroom with amazing views and a gorgeous kingsize bed. a couple sleeping cuddled up snug as a bug. obviously hungover, not wanting to face the world just yet.

he whispers sweet words into her ear. she grins half asleep. as cynical and sceptic as ever, but with a tickling after thought that maybe one day she might actually believe his words. doze off again.

suddenly the door opens and a woman walks in. surprisingly calm. young, pretty and well dressed. she walks to the bed and addresses the still sleeping man: 'frenchman, who is that girl in your bed?' [insert here laugh-on-tape]

cut to the hungover girl exiting the building, wearing one stiletto heel and trying to step into the other without slowing down. still not quite awake enough to decide if she should be amused or upset by the previous scene. undecided, she starts walking home enjoying the beautiful spring morning.

her phone rings. fantastic news. she is the brand new tenant at a beautiful little apartment with a stunning roof top terrass swimming pool. she had been dreaming about the apartment a lot lately. non-stop since she went to see it a few days earlier.

she walks home planning a pool party for her birthday. pina coladas or mango daiquiris? she couldn't decide.

heh. funny things, national stereotypes. could a french man be any more of a french man?