So tonight something weird happened. After work I got the metro home and decided to stop off at the supermarket to get some food as my fridge was empty. As usual I bought too much and when I came out I must have looked quite the spectacle in my skyscraper heels, trying to carry a huge shopping bag over my arm.
Well, suddenly I hear a voice out of nowhere. A Frenchman’s voice. “Can I help you with that?” he said. Obviously the help was welcome. And after giving him a quick up and down look I thought why not. He carried my bag and we chatted and he seemed like a pretty nice guy. We get to my corner and he says, Hey let me carry it to your building. I think about it and he still seemed like a pretty nice guy so I say why not.
We get to my building and I say thank you. Which is when he says, Can I invite you for a drink. Now I’d had a rough day at work and so again I said why not. While he waited outside on the sidewalk I dropped my shopping off up in my apartment and came back down. The we walked to a local café.
Which was where things went downhill. Here are some highlights of what he shared with me:
– I could have carried your bag all through Paris if you wanted
– I don’t have a job
– I’m not particularly looking for a job
– I could do your shopping and cleaning
– I like shrimp
– I spent some time in Cambridge when I was younger and found young English girls pretty loose
– I really really like you
– Will you come back to my apartment with me?
– I am going to think about you all night
– I think we should have a relationship
I slurped down two drinks like they were shooters and then said I had to go. He wasn’t too happy that I didn’t want to see him again but at the same time he took it okay.
Still, kind of scary. I am kind of worried that he will show up at my building’s entrance one day. But he didn’t strike me as a nutter, so that’s a good thing. Right?
I just won’t be doing that again.