It sounds silly now, I guess. It's just I'd always wanted to meet someone in Paris, for a romantic rendezvous, something like that.  The first time I went, it was 1999, and I was stuck riding the trains and seeing tourist attractions with a frat boy named Cliff and my Goth roommate Sabrina; we were all students that summer studying at the University of Wuerzburg.

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