My second date with the Frenchman was the very next day. After a very short night of sleep, he texted me and said that he fancied going to the movies and did I want to join him. Despite my massive hangover, of course I did, duh.
So we met up a couple of hours later in front of the movie theatre. While I was nervously waiting for him I slurped on my Starbucks hoping it would reach my brain, and bought our tickets.
When he arrived, 15 minutes late, it was weird.
First thing: he seemed put out that I’d already bought our tickets. But he’d spent a fortune on our date the night before because he hadn’t let me pay for anything. So I figured the least I could do was pay for his movie ticket. No big deal, right? But no, I think a Frenchman really likes to pay for everything.
Second thing: we were standing in the queue waiting to go in and it was awkward. Like last night had never happened. To give you some details: he’d reached for my hand across the table on our 3rd micro date within our 9-hour epic first date the night before, kissed it and said that he felt really good with me. And on our 4th micro date over espressos, he stopped talking and we just locked eyes. He touched my cheek as softly as a feather and I thought that I would melt into a puddle on the floor. Then when we were looking around for a taxi (at 3 o’clock in the morning in Paris you can forget it, there aren’t any), we naturally just held hands, right before he put his arms around me because I was cold and kissed me on the forehead. Not to mention that all night the conversation, humour and banter was on a roll. Oh, and he’s HOT. Did I mention that?
And here we were at the movies hardly even talking, apart from pleasantries. When we came out we made a few comments about the movie, then he said he had to dash off because his boss was in hospital.
My immediate conclusion: he’s making it up. He saw me in broad daylight when he was sober and thought, My god, what was I thinking?
I muttered something along the lines of: I feel pretty sick anyway so I think I’ll head home.
And that was that.