I definitely just had a bartender hit on me.

Self-confidence checklist complete.

But I’ve got a great guy, who is a government official.

Also, super drunk, because of my colleagues. 

Life, life, life. Paris, Paris, Paris. Same thing.

Must stay.

"We cannot become what we need to be by remaining what we are."

After spending all semester slowly and meticulously writing essays in French, writing one in English feels like nothing.

Paris makes me feel sexy.

Not gonna lie.

But also, the booze.