Remember him? Here’s a reminder: I really liked him
Let me back up a bit. I was chatting with a French guy the other day. One of those French guys that just wants to get in your pants. But one that I just want to turn into a friend. Another story, for another day. And he was telling me how French women go all out when they see a man they want. They quite simply don’t take no for an answer.
Did I not try enough with the French guy I really liked? Did I look like I wasn’t particularly interested? Have I been totally not French-woman-like and completely lost him along the way?
Now those who’ve been following my blog will know that I did write him a kind email early January to say that I hoped things were better in his life. For those playing catch up, he went through some pretty awful stuff in his life shortly after I met him. I wanted to help, I really did. But I was dealing with a crappy job situation and well, our relationship abruptly came to an end. I felt bad. Which was why I wrote that email.
Then late January there was some short sms interaction:
Me: A friend of mine is playing in a concert in your hood. I am going with a few people, would you like to join?
Him: I don’t really feel like going out at the moment. But thanks for the invite. Have a good evening.
So… on to my big plan. I am going to try one last time. I am going to invite him to a jogging session next week. It’s a fun jogging evening organized in Paris. I know he jogs, it’s not going out, it’s not a date, it’s some exercise. And I’ll be there.
I will keep you posted.