i still believe
in truth, absolute, transcendent, universal, ground-breaking, earth-shattering truth.
I agree that there are some things that can be true for one person and not another.
But I also believe there are somethings that are black and white and will always be right or wrong.
my moroccan secret
So I’m studying abroad for a year I. France, and there have been jokes made about me finding a nice French man or whatever. While it could happen, I don’t and didn’t think it actually would. But of course, my life is literally the most ironic thing ever. And since this is my secret-ish blog, I’ll tell you all a little, tiny bit about the awesome irony.
So I’m on October break, and a fling did happen.
But in Morocco, not France.
But not with a Moroccan guy, but a guy from Mali.
But the only common language between the two of us was French.
Deposits having been in Morocco for four days, I got to spend two of them with “M”.
Typically, my assumption for kissing strangers is that there’s a mutual selfishness and a mutual feeling that there are no feelings and a mutual assumption that contact will never be made afterward and a mutual consensus to know as little as possible about the other to not feel ashamed later that you actually kissed a serial killer or a someone who scored below 1000 on the SAT.
But of course, since it’s my life, I was wrong. About all of the above. It turns out that “M” is actually kind of an awesome guy.
Like, I was not expecting to hang out the next day together and actually look cute together and have fun and be natural and unawkward and accepted in all of my idiosyncrasies (which I did not hide at all, since I thought all of the above would be true, and therefore, not matter). I was not expecting him to show up where I was staying the next morning with breakfast for not only me, but my friends that I was traveling with. I was not expecting to be able to kiss a guy, tell him I wasn’t going to have sex with him, and the guy actually and completely respect that to the point where they don’t even try to mention it further.
Oh, my. And don’t even get me started on how attractive it is for a guy with the voice of a god to speak to you only in French.
So that was part of one of the untold stories of Morocco.