Chantal Goya moments. Full of youthful love. Except I don’t think I would ever date a guy like Paul. Ok, maybe I’d sleep with him but I wouldn’t let him spend the night, even in the coldest of winters. Not even after he confesses to being in love with me, sitting on my bed cross-legged while we listen to Nouvelle Vague covers. I’d write him love poems using other people’s words, and say things like, “The world is full of paper. Write to me.”
MP3: Nouvelle Vague – In a Manner of Speaking
this is my fav version http://youtu.be/zwQAA3MNN4I