Last night when Michel came home he was absolutely tired, but he still prepared food for me and watched tv with me, before he passed out on his bed.
I offer money, help etc but he won't take it. I ask if he wants some space for himself but he says no problem.
I sat by the beach this afternoon thinking what a parasite I am.
I received a letter from my grandma saying she wishes for my dreams to come true. I am so far just eating up this man's life.
I was invited to join the Italian guy who i have been doing language exchange.
His friends were beautiful looking guys, but I was very annoyed by Alex the language exchange, I know he's only 21 but he walked into a bar and didn't order drinks, he pointed at people by his pointing finger, like "hey these people are standing up we can take that seat". I am officially old.
Michel messaged me when I was at the bar with them. He was at home and said to come home.
I came home quickly and said hello, he said we should visit his friends sisters place for lunch sometime soon. I said that's great and asked if he wanted a cup of tea before sleep as he likes it.
He said yes, I made one for him, but soon after I came back to the room with the tea he was asleep.
He is really really sweet to me. I don't know what's best. I left the tea by the door. I sleep on the couch tonight with chatchat.
Funny how it developed this direction.
When i first saw him I was gonna text my friend Christopher how funny the encounter of this strange man.