Replying to My conversation with a canadian
This was at an 11 hour festival, where beer was avalible the whole time. This was between bands and they were blasting music, so it was hard to hear. I'm Charlotte, and the canadian is, you know.
Canadian: You’re a very pretty girl, did you know that?
Charlotte: Huh?
Canadian: Have you ever seen someone, and know that you’re gonna spend the rest of your life?
Charlotte: Umm, no I don’t think so.
Canadian: Are you gonna run?
Charlotte: Maybe
Canadian: What? I didn’t hear you.
Charlotte: Not now.
Canadian: Well I told my friend that, you see that girl right there, I’m gonna marry her and spend the rest of my life with her.
Charlotte: I’m flattered but…
Canadian: (talks for about 3 minuets, ½ English ½ French.) Do you understand?
Charlotte: I didn’t hear a word you said.
Canadian: I’m sorry, I can’t flirt in English.
Charlotte: How many beers have you had?
Canadian: 8 or 9 (plus the one in his hand) But that doesn’t matter
Charlotte: Sure it does.
Canadian: No, it doesn’t matter.
Charlotte: You could not realize a thing you’re saying.
Canadian: Naww.
Charlotte: How old are you?
Canadian: 19, why how old are you?
Charlotte: 13
Canadian: No. No, don’t tell me that, you’re not thirteen. Is she thirteen? (He asks a girl)
Girl: Um I don’t know
Charlotte: Here’s my ID.
Canadian: No, NO.
Charlotte: What time is it? I’ve gotta go.
The rest of the night he was looking for me.
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