I Can Spot an American From Across the Room… and I Did!

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!