Not really Nano ...

[blamebrampton]

As suspected, day one word count: 532. Day two so far: 0. But I have not gone to bed yet!

Instead I have spent today at the physio (the opposite tendon to my wretched one has gone out in sympathy, it'll be fine with a bit of work), riding my lovely bicycle (which my physio wants me to leave to her in my will and which will have its own post with pix very soon!), having a nap, going to my ukulele lesson and learning how to play the blues (ba bowowow-wah), and then having a good old sweat at the gym.

On the bus coming back from ukulele class, a French boy was trying to pick up the Italian girl behind him with little luck. He was very beautiful, and she was lovely, but if I understood her conversation with her friend (in Italian, so my comprehension was patchy, but miles ahead of French boy's), she thought he was a student and therefore probably immature. I thought he was nice because he gave me a huge smile when he caught my eye after I'd been cuddling my soprano ukulele quietly in the corner seat.

They made some light conversation during which it came out that he was studying film-making, of course. Then a couple got on the bus, both a little older than me. She looked tired and I saw her shoulders slump as she realised there were no seats. I was wedged into my seat with two ukuleles and a giant bag full of music, while she had nothing to carry, so I decided I had more need this time, but beautiful French boy leapt to his feet and said, 'Please, madam, do sit down.'

She thanked him, and the rest of us nearby gave him the smile and nod of 'What a good young person!'

Italian girl looked up at him, as he was now standing beside her in the aisle. 'That was very kind! Not many young men give up seats for women.'

'My parents would be ashamed of me if I did not,' he replied, with a smile.

'Still, it was very good of you. So what do you do at film school? Have you made any films?'

'I'm studying to be a director. And yes, I have! I was just looking at the last one on my phone. Would you like to see it? It's only six minutes long.'

She thought about it for a moment, then reached out a hand, smiling. 'Yes, thank you.'

When I left the bus, Italian girl and friend were chatting animatedly with French boy, phone numbers had been exchanged, and there were plans for drinks. If you are a parent whose teenaged sons find it hard to hold onto their manners, remind them it could one day result in a date with a hot Italian girl if they play their cards right!

Right, off for a quick bath and then an attempt at some words before unconsciousness. Wish I had a scene planned where the lead characters were knackered with a sore foot, I'd rock that right now!

Comments

[la-mariane.livejournal.com]

Famn! It seems all the good French boys are emigrating! :D

[http://users.livejournal.com/_inbetween_/]

Better than minus 1468. Especially considering that anything that seems to happen in your vicinity always sounds like a film script or a novel when you retell it, and not like something anybody else might witness!

[oldenuf2nb.livejournal.com]

My daughter would snatch up French boy in a heartbeat; I fear in America we left manners out of the curriculum. It's very sad.

I should amend this by adding; unless they are a member of the military. Those are the most polite young people I've ever met. Although they make me feel very old when they call me 'ma'am'.

[meredyth-13.livejournal.com]

Best moral lesson evah! I approve. :D

Also *glomp*

Miss you, beautiful one. Still planning that phone call, but my life is currently made of slightly crazy. And sweet Columbian / Spanish sound recordists. >.>

Long story.

[chantefable.livejournal.com]

On the bus coming back from ukulele class, a French boy was trying to pick up the Italian girl behind him with little luck.

I would buy a novel beginning with this sentence. Seriously.

[mrsquizzical.livejournal.com]

what a wonderful story!

[nenne.livejournal.com]

I sure will remember the story and teach my sons the importanse of being polite. :D

[teganscrush.livejournal.com]

If I lived anywhere with a decent transit system, I'd probably sit on the bus and eavesdrop - openly, and without shame - all day. :)

[illereyn.livejournal.com]

Approve!

[phoenixacid.livejournal.com]

Why are there no polite French boys on my bus?

[wedjateye.livejournal.com]

What a lovely story. I have three sons. The oldest is only five but I'll try to remember this story for a few years time when girls actually register as beings they want more from than the chance to borrow their dolls for novelty value. (I feel compelled to add I would buy dolls for them but when I take them to that section of the toyshop they look at me blankly and say 'can we go look at the trucks now?' Clearly it's only *other* kids' dolls that have any appeal.)