Dear Kitty,
             I went out last night. Julia, her cousin Nina and I all went out to an Irish bar (Julia and I had been to it on Friday too), having already had alcohol, which made us much more confident than we usually are. There weren't any tables available, but there were two hot guys sitting together, so we went and joined them. Turned out they were from London, and they were called Patrick and Fletcher.
             And they were models.
            No wonder they were hot.
             Julia and I spent the whole night with them, after Nina left to catch the last RER. We both ended up quite drunk, and then we played silly games with them, and flirted A LOT - so the night ended at four with us each getting a phone number from them, and them each getting ours. Fletcher did actually say he was in Paris for the next four weeks and asked if he could take me out sometime - I said that that all depended on when and if he called me (I think he was just spinning me a line).
             We had to get the night bus home, and we were both very tired and very drunk, but we somehow made it back. Luckily, la famille had gone to their grandfather's birthday party for the night, so we have the house to ourselves.
I got with a model.
Singleness rules.
Yours,
       Chessie

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deleted_user
deleted_user

I hate you sometimes. And you owe me a reason why you didn\'t send me an e-mail with this attatched :P brava my lovely
ChibiChibi
ChibiChibi

my reason: I was going to text you to ask you to Skype and then forgot :p also did I mention that I was 19 for the night? (one of them misheard me and I thought it would be awkward if I corrected him)