I’ve been so busy responding to questions asked in my analytics that I haven’t talked about my dating in a while. So here are a few updates.
As my readers will know, I strayed from dating Frenchmen and dated, no, how could I?! an Englishman for a month. Remember when he shut me down?
After that, I went on a 2-day trip to the beaches in Normandy with a Frenchman. I had a great time, we’re photograph fanatics so took lots of photos and I genuinely enjoyed his company. The conversation flowed, the witty banter was there, sense of humour was great.
But… there was the one bed part. We left it till too late to find a hotel. And because the whole of Paris was out there enjoying the long weekend, we couldn’t find anywhere. When we finally got a room, it was just one room with one bed. Yeah. Did I mention he was hot? Aha. Yeah.
So, we’re in bed, chatting. I forgot my pjs (not on purpose!) so I’m wearing his T-shirt. And I guess he thinks we had such a good time that he thinks he’s going to get some. “Droit au but” style, not even a tentative kiss. Call me old-fashioned but I like a bit of romance me, or at least a few preliminaries. I said it probably wasn’t a good idea so soon into us getting to know each other and we went to sleep.
I never heard from him again when we got back to Paris. Makes me wonder how he saw me: his travel buddy / potential fuck buddy? Or both. Sigh. Another one bites the dust.
Since then… there’s a new Frenchman on the scene. And we’re having a picnic tomorrow. How cute is that guys?
I will be back to report soon.