My first summer in Europe (the same summer of my embarassing train ride in The Netherlands) I was traveling by train from Paris to Munich and met a guy who was Russian/French/German whose family owned a paté farm/company. We had a fling for the few days I was in Munich though I made it pretty clear from the start that I was not interested in anything else and he agreed. He was very kind, sweet, attractive, but not really my type. However I was 21 and trying to "liberate" myself so I was happy to have a fling.

A couple of months later after very sporadic contact, he showed up at my doorstep in Boston, no phone call, no letter, nothing. He thought it would be a great surprise. It was, but not the way he intended. I was mad as hell he threw this on me without telling me he was coming but didn't have the heart to turn him out. I relegated him to sleeping on the futon. Forced him to shower every day because he didn't and he smelled like he hadn't in several weeks (didn't have that problem in Munich!) and it was just a reeeeeeeally uncomfortable time for both of us.

My unwanted souvenir.

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Originally posted by EHpianist:
My unwanted souvenir.

If I were voting, this would get mine!


And love the perfect smilies at the bottom of the post!

Me, too! Inspired smilie usage gets extra credit.

Piq says Elena's the winner, but Matt's was just about as hideous as it gets.

oh wow. I will look for this month's colors asap. Thank you!

Oh, and while I wait (patiently, patiently, patiently) for your picture and colo(u)r selections, bear in mind that you must also create the DOM contest for December.

Don't tarry on either one!

I PMd you MAtt.

Yes you did!