Foreign nationals...

I have a gorgeous Swiss boy in my shower.

Yes, it's true. It's painfully true, actually, because he doesn't belong to me.

Franz belongs to my roommate Nina. And when I say belongs, I mean he's her friend who happens to be visiting and crashing on our couch.

He's just classically European cute; no really stylish haircut or colour or jewelry, just a really cute face, really tall and what looks to be very toned body.


(Apparently Swiss boys...or at least from a Swiss gay mag. Franz is the flavour on the right, exactly what I would order...)

He's been here since Thursday, and I have to say that at first I wasn't really impressed. I guess it was the jet lag, because Friday afternoon, he looked good enough to eat, or at the very least star in a great Swiss porn movie.

Personality wise, I'm afraid we're at a bit of an impasse. He's a really nice guy, just not very outgoing. I'm a really nice guy, also sometimes just not very outgoing. The few conversations I've tried to stir up have been pretty brief, and with Nina away at work all weekend, our days have been sort of quiet.

For example, this morning. I was coming out of the bathroom just as he was walking into her bedroom. "Oh, good morning!" I said as cheerfully as possible.

There was a beat of silence, followed by, "Morning, how are you?"

And that was pretty much the conversation.

I feel like I'm living in residence again, since I've left my door sort of propped open to encourage conversation, but sort of closed to give me a little privacy. He just got back from the grocery store, and promptly went into Nina's room and shut the door.

Why I have to be terrible at socializing in these situations I'll never know, but I am. It would be great to pick his brain, talk about Europe and the world in general, but he's so fucking Swiss, his personality is quiet and politely distant.

I did get an interesting comment out of the whole thing so far, though. A friend was by picking me up, and we all happened to hang out for a few minutes and chat. This would be around the time I was really starting to appreciate how good this boy looks, and forgiving the fact that his nose is just a little too big.

After we left, my friend turned to me and started looking me over. "Well, he's pretty good looking actually," I said, explaining that I didn't always drool over him.

"Yeah, he is, he really is!" he said. "Actually, he reminded me a lot of you. You two could seriously be long lost brothers, you look a lot alike!"

Wait...what? I look like super-cute Swiss boy? I sort of mused about it for a minute...but that would mean that, like him, I'm really cute?...not possible...

I'll have to go back and interrogate to figure out how much I actually look like this boy, because I don't really think of myself as looking like this cute Swiss boy.