I went to Starbucks yesterday with my new little friend Megan. We met there to hang out, drink coffee (except for some reason I didn’t order any), and to figure out her plans while she is living here in Paris. Can I just say that I LOVE STARBUCKS!?!?! Not necessarily for the coffee, but for all the people I can meet there! Love it, love it! It’s the best place to just go and relax and meet people! It never lets me down if I am in an extravert mood (which is about 95 percent of the time).
So toward the end of our hanging out, I look over to see a guy ordering something at the register. He looked super familiar to me. I was like, "Oh my gosh. I know that guy." He totally looked American with how tall he was, blond hair, and puffy North Face looking jacket on. But his face looked so familiar. I decided to stalk him a bit and told Megan to come meet me by the register because I was going to listen in to see if he was speaking English. I was sneakily standing behind him when he opened up his wallet to pay. And VIOLA! He had a California driver’s license! I KNEW IT! So as he turned from the register, I asked him, "Excuse me, are you American?" He answered he was indeed. From here we talked about places we may have met, how I somehow knew him (I don’t think I was familiar to him), and about five minutes later I realized that I had randomly met him and his French girlfriend on the metro about a month ago! I couldn’t believe I had remembered what he looked like! It was super funny. We talked for a bit more, exchanged numbers, and then I invited him over to our house on Sunday night for a dinner party! I hope he comes! It was such a random thing!
I just LOVE Starbucks. Familiar faces, even in Paris!