Oh, spanish boys.

as I was on the way home from school on the train, i had a good laugh with Vanita about an encounter from last night.

So first of all, I wore my new boots, and i pretty much can't walk quickly in heels. aka there was no escape.

anyway, as we were walking to the metro and out of a bar, these guys start smiling/trying to talk to us and we try to walk away fast.. but, as i mentioned, i couldn't really walk any faster. lol so we get inside and we're on the escalator to get onto the right train and one of them stops in front of me, turns around to face me:

him: what's your name? (smiling, of course)
me: uhhh.. no. (FAIL)
him: do you speak english?
me: yeah... do you speak english?
*end of escalator ride*
him: you are very beautiful, ciao!
me: ciao...

HAHAHAHA *awkward* now that i look back. that was a pretty dumb response. i was pretty flustered and didn't want to meet a guy in a metro station... at first i was wondering why he asked me if i spoke english, but looking back. it all makes sense...

and he was pretty cute too, SIGH.