Foreign Affairs Vol. 2 (Part I): The Brit Who Felt Like Home

Not every connection begins in chaos.

You're welcome - a real journal entry from the day I first saw The Brit.

Yes, babe — you read that correctly.

A handsome British man at my Greek language school caught my attention and had me in a chokehold by day two.

I didn’t fall for him quickly.

I fell like you do in a long novel — slowly, in stolen glances and unfinished sentences, until one day I realized I wasn’t just paying attention… I was waiting for the next page.

I was addicted to my next moment with him.

We’ll call him The Brit.

He didn’t crash into my life or swoop in on a cool Athenian night (shout out Vespa Guy — go read Vol. 1 for that story.)

He just… quietly walked into it.

First Day of Greek School

Y’all… I was nervous for my first day of class.

Greek. Is. HARD.

And when I walked up to my school, everyone I met was having full conversations IN GREEK.

(I found out later that the first 5 people I met were teachers, but still. Traumatizing.)

More and more people poured into the entryway… and then he walked in.

Not exactly my “type”, but he had this quiet confidence that always gets me.

Tall. Full beard. Intense eyes. Simple, unbothered style that I’d later learn is the only style he owned — the man had a Steve Jobs philosophy about his closet.

Out of thirty people standing in that compact entryway, he was the only one I saw.

He was a couple of levels ahead of me, so we didn’t have class together.

But after class each day, the school hosted cultural activities — and on day one, I signed up.

I walk into the room, and there he is.

Of course.

Now I don’t usually get quiet. Ever.

But this man? He had me flustered in a way I hadn’t been in years.

Having a crush is all fun and games until you’re trying to practice your Greek and your brain short-circuits.

On the way out, he was chatting with another student who seemed nice enough, so I decided to shoot my shot… with a conversation opener.

“How long have you guys been taking classes? Your Greek is so good!”

“Eh, this is my fourth week? Yeah fourth week. It’s good, you’ll pick it up!”

And y’all — that was it. I was done for.

The accent.

The eye contact.

The kindness tucked inside the simplicity.

One tiny exchange and I was already writing about him in my journal.

And that was just Day One.

The second day? That’s when it really started.

The impromptu coffee date? A little white lie. And the groundwork for a slow burn romance I didn’t sign up for.

💌 Foreign Affairs Vol. 2, Part II: The Brit, the Break, the Breathing Condition — coming soon.

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