I think I met my future husband

Not so much met as stared at him admiringly. Oh, the excitement! Well, actually, I’m far from still being excited about this because between the time I decided to blog about this and had more or less written the complete entry in my head already and the time I am now finally sitting at home, my nerves have been tormented like they haven’t in quite a while.

J didn’t come right back home to Aachen with me today because her dad is here from England and they went out to eat in Maastricht and so I literally ran to the bus stop to catch the early one. Of course, around 4pm on a Friday, it is always packed. I had to stand the full one and a half others it takes to get to the Aachen inner city bus stop and just in case you weren’t aware of this, public buses go and stop and go and stop and people keep getting in and out and it is not fun to have to stand through the whole brakes-gas-brakes-gas hell ride. Plus, I had planned to read the first part of the literature for Tuesday’s class because as I found out only today, I have to read Descartes and hand in a paper on him on top of the regularly insane preparation for class. Yah. I’m just as thrilled. And since I’m going to see my friend N on Sunday, I need every free hour to read. But I couldn’t because the bus was so fucking full and it smelled like sweat and when I finally got to Aachen, I had to run to my apartment and get some of my precious birthday money and run back out to the grocery store because Saturday is a holiday around here and I definitely didn’t have enough food at home to get me through Saturday and Sunday. So now I’m finally home and I’m so dead tired. I didn’t even turn on the lights because this place is such a mess and when I look at it I may be reminded of how I can’t handle all of this. Today, again, was proof of how much I can’t do this. Attending uni, I mean. I feel as though I am simply too stupid to keep up with everybody. I’ll wait until we get back the first exam. I’m pretty sure that I failed and if that should indeed be the case, I may consider quitting because this makes no sense.

Anyways, back to the exciting thing. There were a couple of people at today’s class meeting who hadn’t been there the first time around. One of them was this guy and from a distance I could already tell that he was American. Can’t we all tell certain nationalities from afar? I also heard him talk a few seconds later and I totally recognized the way he talked from how my host brother always talked; with this sort of too-cool-to-speak-up, don’t-have-to-enunciate attitude. Also, his statue was like my host brother’s; that of a football player who’s exercising as hard as possible but never reaches the strength of the real big guys. And he was dressed rather simply as compared to guys from around here, had a short easy hair cut and was incredibly tan - but the kind of tan you only get to be from working outside during long American summers.

I had so hoped for Americans to even be at Maastricht University and I was told that there aren’t many. If they come here - just like any other students from abroad - they only stay for one course, usually less than a year. I hate that. But now there is one in my class! And it’s a guy! And he has the best. voice. ever. And sure, British and Australian accents can be nice but I guess I just have a weak spot for American talk. But that’s not the best part!

Chest Hair Guy said something about how in today’s world some governments still try to suppress people with scare tactics, misdirect their power and so on (referring to how the church did the same in the Middle Ages) and then he kinda looked in American Boy’s general direction who sort of smirked and Chest Hair Guy was all like, Oh sorry, I didn’t necessarily mean the States, I just meant in general, there are other countries, blah blah… And then American Boy just grinned, said cooly that it was okay, and flipped over his notebook for everyone to see which had a big Obama-Biden sticker on it. That the class didn’t start applauding him was all; everybody started laughing and nodding appreciatively and it seemed as though American Boy was thinking to himself, Wow I didn’t think it was going to be this easy to win this crowd over. It was somewhat inappropriate, though, that Chest Hair Guy started a small anti-George Bush monologue as soon as he found out that American Boy agreed with the general European judgment of Bush and the Republican politics.

But seriously, how great is this? He’s American but he’s interested enough in the rest of the world to come check out Europe - Maastricht of all places - and he’s a proud Obama voter and, by the way, did I mention how clever everything he said was? By the way, the whole Obama thing - just because somebody votes for the Democratic ticket this year obviously doesn’t automatically make them an entirely good person. But for me, in that moment, it was kinda the cherry on top.

I’ve been pondering what the first sentence should be that I say to him email him when, stalker that I am, I found information about him online.

I reckon MARRY ME! would be appropriate.