i have a fan!

well, if you want to, a secret admirer.
or a stalker.

nah, he's too cute to be dangerous...he lives on my floor, he's from Japan and his name is very long and complicated so i haven't even tried to remember it...he speaks some french and some english, but it's really hard to communicate with him...i was trying to get him to tell me a shorter version of his name, but he kept repeating mine...

so, at first he was just telling me bonjour like everyone does, but in a very happy way..like old friends do when they see each other after a long time..

then in the kitchen, he tried to explain to me that he had made a very good investment in some chicken dish, that it was really cheap. that was sudden..i entered the kitcen and he just: -you know, this was a special offer!
i just said..good for you..
what could i answer to that? :))

then one day he showed me how his hand was burnt while cooking breakfast, in the same weird way..
i was putting some stuff to my frigo, he came in, lifted his sleeve and showed me a red mark, telling me "this is from breakfast today"
i said oh, does it hurt? did you put cream on it.
he said yes and left. :O

one other day i was making some soup (the real kind) and he was making pasta, just finishing when i came. of course, i completely forgot about it and about the timer that you need to unwind every 15 minutes. he did it for me, even if his pasta was ready..

now i'm convinced he's a fan cause i hear his door slamming shut when he leaves his room, so i go check the peephole of my door...guess what? every time he passes my door he tries to look through the peephole or listen!
that's too funny, poor thing :))