In the spirit of reminiscing of wondrous dates with Frenchmen, here’s another gem from a while back. Not too far from the guy in the last post.
Afternoon of the date:
We meet for a walk, he brought me red roses, we stroll around the Jardins de Luxembourg, we chat. But mostly about the human race, relationships, people’s attitudes. We stop somewhere for tea and chat some more. We ask each other a few deeper questions about ourselves, but still all pretty superficial. It’s going okay though, conversation is flowing. Then he tells me he’s going through a messy divorce and that he can’t see his kids.
He only gets to see them two hours every two weeks in a supervised social centre because he’s been to court for violence against his kids, allegedly.
Then another gem, he almost went to prison. But it’s all been fabricated by his ex-wife.
Would you touch that with a barge pole or what? Conversation flowing or not.
My thing is that I can pretty much get along with anyone. I can go for a date with any guy and the conversation will be flowing. And the thing is, they think: Wow, here’s a girl I really get on with so well, it’s fantastic, we have so much to talk about, so much in common!
Whereas I’ve been: Muh.
It becomes a problem, because lots of the guys I’ve dated in the past have thought we got on like a house on fire, and for them, that was so rare, and then they didn’t get it when I didn’t want to date them.
Does anyone else experience this?
For me, it’s got to go one step further. It’s easy to get on with someone for me. But beyond that, I guess there has to be that certain je ne sais quoi :))