"You'll do alright, you've got love in your eyes."

One of our first nights in London we went to a pub called the Nag's Head. It wasn't a very busy pub, but it was good. There were five of us sitting around talking and this very drunk, rather old man comes up to us and starts trying to talk to us. At first he couldn't quite get out what he's trying to say but the music was loud so he had a lot of trouble hearing. He just asked the normal questions, where are you from what are you studying. But then he decided to stick around. Talk to us a lot more. Even asked all of us to marry him, we all politely declined. Then he offered to buy all of us drinks, we continually said no until eventually one of the guys with us decided to say yes just to make him happy.

They stood and talked for quite some time until eventually they both (Josh especially) wanted to come back over to our table. The irishman, who we've now come to learn's name is John, turns to me and tells me how pretty my eyes are. I thank him and then he just stands there and stares at me for a moment and says "You'll be alright." I smile and nod my head as he continues, "You've got love in your eyes." At that moment I think we all kind of realized, he's not some creepy old man trying to convince all of us to marry him, he's just a genuinely nice person who maybe got a little too drunk (although according to John "What is drunk? And what is not drunk?" ) but he just wanted to talk to someone.

He also told Josh, "There's people who just want to live their life, and I am one of those people." Which is how I want this semester to be. I want to live. I want to experience everything once, whether or not I think I will like it. 

I'm living in one of the most beautiful cities I've ever been in and I want to take advantage of everything I can.