So, I’m back. My apologies for being away so long. But I was busy having a mini nervous breakdown.
To cut a long story short, I started dating the Frenchman I met at the speed dating night. Things seemed to be going really well. His attitude towards us dating confirmed all my previous research on Frenchmen: we were exclusive, he was serious about me, he wanted a relationship. Yet he would never use the word “dating”, rather he would say we were “seeing each other”. Because to recap, “dating” doesn’t exist in the French dictionary.
His job got crazy. He started working all hours under the sun. He was stressed beyond belief. And because he couldn’t give me and our relationship the time it deserved, we broke up. Or in his words, “I just can’t”.
Here I was falling for him and then he just cut me off. I mean aren’t you supposed to be there for your partner, to support them when things are tough? Instead, he decided he needed to sort everything in his work out first. And that that was incompatible with a relationship.
I’m not sure if this is a Frenchman thing. Or a guy thing. Or a this guy thing.
But I tell you what. It hurts. And I feel as lonely as hell.