So my date with Frenchman #1. It was supposed to be tonight. He was supposed to call me. He didn’t. So it’s a no go. Wow. I didn’t even make it to date 3.
Well really date 3 was supposed to be yesterday. He asked me Thursday if I was free Friday or Saturday. I suggested we go to a photo exhibition Friday and he agreed to call me late afternoon if he didn’t finish what he was doing too late. He called me at 8:45pm. And gave me some cock and bull story about helping a friend move, and he forgot his phone, then he went jogging and by the time he got home it was really late. Strike one. So he says he’ll call me tomorrow. I say we’ll see about that. And he has the cheek to say, You don’t want to see me, that’s it isn’t it? He says again that he will call me and we’ll see each other Saturday. Which is today. It’s 8:30pm and he hasn’t called. Strike two.
How does one figure all this out? Frenchmen are really into their text messages. All week after our 2 dates, he texted me a lot. But when it comes down to actually SEEING one another, it appears to be a challenge. First, it has to be last-minute. Second, even that appears to be too much of a commitment.
I just don’t get it. French guys act all into you in the beginning. With the flirting, convincing you to give them your number, meeting up with you for a drink. Then once you hit the “let’s date” part, they run. Because, back up back up, Frenchmen do not date. I have said it before and I’ll say it again. They do not date. They simply cannot make plans with a girl for a Saturday night at a certain time and at a certain location. It’s not in their culture.
So, reminding myself of this, this is my thought process:
In his head, Frenchman #1 was maybe going to call me to do something spontaneous. But then something else came up with his friends. And he just forgot.
Another one bites the dust.