‘s room mate got on a train this afternoon for an overnight trip to barcelona.
I offered to help her book a hotel room but she was like “if the bars are open all night why do I need a hotel room?”
So she’s going to deal with the bars and clubs all night, then nap on the beach until it’s time to take the train back to Montpellier.
She didn’t even bring a suitcase with her – just a purse with makeup, condoms and sun screen.
This impresses the hell out of me.
has yet to send me pictures of me and him hanging out.
But he did send me pictures of me, his room mate and my cat.
So, here you go:
My dad met Rome Girl’s mom for the first time ever yesterday.
Given that we’ve been dating for more than five years this is a big deal.
I just got off the phone with Rome Girl’s mom and she said “your father is just like you and charming and adorable.”
I take this as a good sign.
That said, I think the whole thing embarrassed Rome Girl because when her mom passed the phone on to her she got off the phone quickly.
You know how acts like a hardcore motherfucker online?
In real life he’s a totally cool chilled out guy.
Also, I found out this week that some people think that the icon I’m using now is a picture of me.
It isn’t.
It’s a picture of a somewhat famous writer.
Now you know the truth.
Bart
slept in and missed his train.
We just stuck him in a taxi to the airport – even though the websites say all the planes are booked up.
He’s hoping he can get in some flight on standby so he can make his plane from London to New York tomorrow.
Of course, this may mean that in an hour or so he’ll be ringing my doorbell.
It’s 530 a.m.
He leaves at 730 a.m.
It’s been fun – and NO we didn’t do anything to hurt our nasal passages!
Bart
exists!
His train got in at 640, but he didn’t find the Vert Anglais until 9 p.m.
No worries though, we immediately hit the booze and drank until the place closed around 2 a.m.
Then, we bought beer, wine and other shit from the local bodega and came home and watched Metallica and GNR while pounding booze until 7 a.m.
Woke up around 2 p.m. told Rome Girl she’s going to do my work for the day and now we are going out to get citron presse and coffee.
Bart
P.S. We forgot to eat last night. Are you surprised?
The new Cheating Ways blog post is up.
This time around it’s called Back Door.
Want to know what it’s about? You’ll just have to click the link!
Then, comment, tell your friends, complain to Fox News!
Feel the outrage!
The new Cheating Ways blog post is up.
This time around it’s called Back Door.
It’s the cheating girl’s guide to anal sex.
Want to know more?
You’ll just have to click the link!
Then, comment, tell your friends, complain to Fox News!
Show your moral outrage!
Though he has yet to tell me what time, exactly, his train gets in, should be here sometime around 7 p.m.
I should note that the last time someone visited me when Rome Girl wasn’t here, it drove them crazy.
Seriously, five months later they were sitting in a mental institution thinking I was Jesus.
That’s what hanging with me in Montpellier can do to a person.
Drunk Ex Pat Writer 