Here I am, living out my dream. Ever since Junior year of High school, I had wanted to have a foreign exchange tenure in Copenhagen. I stand in front of a mirror to evaluate my appearance for the first day of school. I am wearing black jeans, a Malk de Koijn t-shirt and some black ankle boots. My hair is perfectly curled and smells of coconut oil. My eyeliner is winged and my red lipstick is bold. I take a picture because I look a little too good to be going to school.

I leave my apartment to make it to University of Copenhagen for my first class. Man, this place makes Yale look like trash. The corridors look like something out of a movie. I walk into my first class and have a seat in the lecture hall. A few minutes later, this guy walks in and sits right next to me. Why did he have to sit right next to me? I take a glance at this guy. He has some nerve to look so beautiful. He looked at me and blushed. Oh no! I can't be distracted by a beautiful stranger quite yet! I've only been in Denmark for a little over two weeks.

The class begins and the instructor began to teach. The guy passed me a note. "Hej," it read. I wrote him back, "Hej." He then asked me if it would be easier for us to write in English. I told him that it didn't matter, and that I am fluent in Danish. He wrote his number down on the paper that said, "Text me sometime -Mikkel"

I finished all of my classes for the day by 2:00. I went to explore some of Copenhagen. It is a total night and day change from New Orleans. I walked through the botanical garden outside of the university. The wind flowed through the flowers softly and everything was peaceful and wholesome.

I decided to text this Mikkel guy when I got back to my apartment. He texted me back immediately. He says that he wants to get to know me better and that he knows that there is more to me than a pretty face. He thinks that he's smooth. Nice try. It's going to take more than his gorgeous blue eyes, his long blonde hair and his wannabe smooth flirting to get me to fall for him.