French

I am sure, someone has wonder about my obsession with french. Well its simple , I was first introduced to the language at eight. In a super fancy after school program, at first I hated the fact that I had to learn this language, that at the time that I thought I would never use. Then the teacher spoke, the rhythm of the word had my transfixed. She smiled and said soon would we all be fluent in the language. Her speaking it made her beautiful, I wanted nothing more then to speak the language that made this plain women seem beautiful to me. I became consumed by it, I was the top student. My parents were proud but upset because I had no urge for Spanish. I was to busy being in love with French. Then I was pulled from the program and I was forced to pressure Spanish. My heart was broken but I let it go. In high School, I met two French guys who spoke little English. The kind of cute one smiled and said I was beautiful in French and my heart flutter. He was suddenly sexy. I told him I would teach him English if he taught me French. I was immersed again, in the beauty of the words and how they sound. Then he went back to France, and I lost it again. But my love for it never died. That's why I love it because it was like poetry to my ears. When a man does it, it makes it a turn on ;]. Well, there you go.