Of course it’s always the way isn’t it. The French guy you don’t want is always the one that runs after you, while the French guy you do want is running for the hills as fast as his legs will carry him. Typical!
Dealing with a Frenchman that has become somewhat obsessed with you is no easy task. Especially if you’re nice and don’t like to hurt a guy’s feelings.
Remember Frenchman #1 from here: potential date and here: I don’t think so? Well, the thing is that I was a bit naughty and had a very short fling with him which basically equated to a one-night stand of very average sex. Shortly after, he started firing off text messages non-stop and an instant relationship was born – in his head, not mine.
I tried to explain that I wasn’t after a relationship right now. When really I wasn’t interested in a relationship with him, like ever. But he didn’t get it, or didn’t want to. So I stopped writing back to his text messages and he eventually understood… or so I thought.
He started calling me and leaving me long voicemails asking how I was and when could we see each other. I didn’t return his calls. After four of these I thought he would give up. But no, the other day, another voicemail came in. Are you kidding me?
So what’s the best way to deal with a Frenchman that just doesn’t get the message that you’re not interested? Here’s a few pointers:
– Don’t call, text him, keeping it short
– Say you’ve met someone, even if it’s not true
– Wish him all the best
That’s what I did but even then, he had to push a bit more:
Him: What do you mean by that? Please be more direct. Am I bothering you? Do you want me to erase your number?
Me: Yes please.
Him: I don’t want it anyway. I wasn’t after anything. I am fine as I am. I left you a voicemail just to get news from you.
Me: And I am asking you to stop contacting me. Best of luck to you.
Naturally, a Frenchman needs to save face. Of course, after numerous unanswered text messages and voicemails, all he was after was news from me to see how I was doing. Yeah right.
This is the same Frenchman who wanted to swing by my place for “tea” at 11pm. The same Frenchman who missed the last train to the suburbs, asked if he could crash on my sofa bed, then took all his clothes off presuming he was due another pity fuck – right after he told me he’d just met someone at work. Because yes, the one-night stand was a pity fuck. More on that here: don’t go there.
I’m not exactly painting a pretty picture here. Basically, I got myself into a bad situation with a Frenchman I had next to no interest in, then couldn’t shake him. Now I think he’s gone for good. Fingers crossed…