Last night I had coffee with my friend, formerly entitled French Exchange Buddy, FEB for short (or as lemon puts it incorrectly, FED. cos he can't make acronyms). Speaking french again was painful at first, but surprisingly, after what, 6 months of no practice, words came to me quicker than I expected. We talked about random things, like how she wanted to meet a spanish man who could potentially dance salsa with her. Except the self-proclaimed 6 foot 2, 30 y.o. man with green, green eyes turned out to be closer to 50 and fat. We laughed a lot about that. She has a little place of her own outside the city, so she invited me to come see it when the weather gets warmer. Our conversation wound its way around immigration woes, the problems of finding a job these days, how I quit my old job of literally standing all day and found a newer, comfier one ( I sit in front of a computer and surf the web. Then I get paid. Very rewarding experience), how she hated Valentine's day because she was single, how I am excited about my first Valentine's day with my boyfriend of 7 months, how we had a fight the day before but we made up now, how tired she looked currently, oh, look at time, I must be getting dinner for my boyfriend, he must be hungry, oh, but let's meet up again soon, yes, definitely, see you soon.
I realized I've fallen into the trap of being holed up with my boyfriend. It was actually a new feeling to see other friends again. Have to make more effort to do that.
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