Once again I find myself complaining on the internet about things that no-one really cares, still I need to write this out of my system, so here we go:

My flatmate had a couple of friends from abroad over the last few days: a girl from Greece and a girl from France, both charming but in a relationship. Being a curious person I am, I, naturally, tried to get to know these two better. I hadn't spoken English like in a year and a half and so I completely failed in making up sentences and I tended to forget the simplest of expressions. The more I failed the more nervous I got and under other circumstances this wouldn't have made a difference, but these were two exotic girls I was trying to have a conversation with. Read on for more.

My social skills suck since I'm not much of a small-talker, even in my own language I like to listen more than I like to talk, so for me actions speak louder than words. So following my principles I offered the girls to watch a movie from my computer since I do have a relatively big 19-inch CRT screen. We watched "Happy-go-lucky" and I didn't tend to watch it as a comedy, for me it was rather a movie with somewhat deeper, psychological content, but that's not very important at the moment. And so we did, one of them fell asleep and the other almost did too. On the positive side: I didn't pick the movie.

The following day I was pressing my advantage, we had coffee with the girls, listened to some music and I was trying to improve my English. They were going to go to to explore the city and invited me to go with them. To hell with the lectures I thought and off we went. Even though I live in our capital, I hadn't done and been to different places considered visit-worthy. Soon differences between our cultures began to emerge, for example, we had more physical contact during the bus-ride that I've had with my new friends from school in two months. And I kinda liked it. Maybe I'm not an Estonian in the inside? We walker around the old town of Tallinn, visited different points of view, had pancakes at a small and nice cafe named Creperie if I'm not mistaken, climbed about 60 meters to the Oleviste church's tower to burn the calories and visited the nearby beach. And that's when I got the biggest ego boost ever, it was raining harder so the french girl grabbed me and held me arm to arm. And that's when I realized that I'm not Estonian, it felt good, strange but good. And I also liked the looks that we got walking through the old town. The french girl also had the typical cute french accent or rather the typical way of making sentences, but she constantly tried to hide it. I would give my left nut for Scottish or French accent when speaking English.

But all good things come to an end according to Nelly Furtado and we made it back to the flat and soon the girls headed back to Vilnius. And here's the thing I don't totally understand: I miss them as if I have known them for ages. Howcome? Maybe because I had a great time with them compared to my usual days and maybe because they made me more active than I usually am or maybe I just need another egoboost like a junkie needs his fix. The most probable explanation is that I develop emotional bonds very fast from my side, but anyhoo, I was invited to visit them at Vilnius and I think I'm going to take them up on that offer.

Also the arrival of these girls kinda boosted me to get to know my flatmate better, we've spoken so rarely and mainly exchange courtesies. But I hope that this process won't grind to a halt, keeping my fingers crossed.

The cherry on the top was that the girls in my course were fooling around and all of them drew the names of the guys they should be after, actually everyone drew three names and then made a choice, I got picked over two other guys. Keeping my fingers crossed on that one too.