o-hoho.
one of my three weaknesses. there’s just something about them that makes me melt.
for instance, i was at espresso today and one of the waiters who usually wasn’t there was working (ben was gone for some reason), so, being the friendly and outgoing gentleman i most definitely am, i was all, “hey, what’s your name.”
and he smiled and said, “Marc,” in this delectable french accent.
i told him i didn’t hear it the first time just so he’d have to say it again. and then we struck up a conversation about my habit of waking up at 3pm and how he wished he could have such luxuries.
but i could’ve sat there and listened to him talk all day.
there’s just something about accents; french, british, australian, the list goes on and on.
just saying, if you have an accent, i’ll probably let you do me, assuming you’ll be speaking the entire time.
(kidding, kidding, let’s not perpetuate the horribly unjustified belief that i am a huge ho)