regrets

it wasn't until after recounting this story to porter did i realize the gross mistake i made.

saturday afternoon in paris i call dimi- he says "hey, i just woke up. i'm in the bath. i wash my hair and my body. i call you back"
he calls back "hey i'm going to dauville tonight, you should come! i find you a train because i go by smart car and there's no more room"
"i dont have anything to wear, dimi. i look like shit"
"i find you a dress and makeup and shoes. just get on the train in thirty minutes."

he proceeds to send me the trip info via text message but my dumb ass forgets about taxi's and thinks its not possible for me to get there in time.

he says "im such a shit waking up at 5 when the amazing sara is in paris. i try my best sweetheart to find a way."
"i'm leaving with a school group on a bus at 7:30. its all good. we'll do it another day."

so instead of gambling and wearing whatever he thought would fit me probably out of his moms closet, i went back to angers and ate a bagle sandwich from starbucks and listened to joanna newsom.

i am an idiot. the end.