I don’t really feel up to talking about my life right now. But I miss posting stuff! So I thought I’d come back with my little stories again. Here’s one about a date I had once with a Frenchman that totally overdid it.
Night of the date:
We’re supposed to go for coffee but the place we meet at is closed so he suggests a drink instead. He suggests Indiana, which is an American-style bar/restaurant, and I go along with it. As we walk there, we chat and seem to get along all right. I order a cocktail, he orders wine, we order burgers, all good, right? The conversation seems to be going smoothly, I’m asking questions, he’s asking questions.
Then he says: he’s good at ripping tights off, and other stuff.
Then he says: something about people having half a brain and their head lolling to one side.
Then he asks me: don’t you have a sense of humour?
You know that makes me angry!!!
It got weird and I wanted to go. We walk in the same direction because by chance he lives near where I do. We pass a bar and he asks me if I want to play billiards. I politely decline. We get to his building and he invites me up for a drink. I politely decline. He asks if I want him to walk me home. I politely decline because I don’t want him to know where I live.
Next day, he wrote me a gushing email. I still remember it. He said he’d had a wonderful time, that he found me lovely, that I had a gorgeous smile, and that he really wanted to see me again. He signed off with tender kisses. It was a bit creepy.
I decided to not respond and a bit later I got another email from him asking why I hadn’t written back. Then another, which I didn’t open. Definitely creepy now.
Conclusion: Frenchmen that try too hard can be a turn off. But then Frenchmen that don’t try at all are also a turn off. How about a happy medium?? Come on guys, you can do it.