mardi 21 avril 2009

It'll end in tears

So, I've been offline for a few days. Unexpectedly.

I'm going to say it's been one of the strangest weekends of my short but fabulous life. Strange good, not strange bad. But bizarre, nonetheless.

Friday afternoon, I was sat at home, minding my own business and trying to muster up the energy to organise some friends for a few drinks that evening. My crackberry pinged and I got an email from a 'dating' website that I've been known to use from time to time.

"Are you in Paris? Do you speak English? Do you fancy a beer?" it said.

I went online and looked at the profile of the guy who had sent it. This isn't something I do so often, but I thought I'd have a look.

Turns out it was a cute looking American guy. Very cute looking. But I'm big enough and daft enough to know that these things can be deceptive. Anyway, I had nothing else planned, so I thought I'd accept his offer of a quick beer that evening.

Now, he was on his way to the Opera, so we met at 5.30 for a quick drink beforehand. It's not often I get a date who turns up in a full tuxedo, but this guy did. Seems he was doing the Opera in style. I like that in a man.

We chatted over the beer and laughed like fools. He was cute. Chunky, handsome, funny and cute. Boy, was he.

Looking at my watch, I realised that he was running late for the performance. He ran off to the show, but not before we'd arranged that I'd meet him after the Opera and we'd continue our conversation.

And that's where it went. I've never spent four days in a row with someone I just met. I've certainly never spent four nights in a row with them. But that's what happened.

We spent the whole weekend (and Monday) together and it was amazing. Funny, hilarious and stupîd. Romantic and a bit dirty. Mostly, it was relaxed, easy and comfortable. I've never really slipped into that with someone so easily and he either - is what he said, anyway.

We were together from the moment I met him outside the Opera Bastille on Friday to this morning, when I left his hotel to come to the office and he took the shuttle to the airport.

And thereby lies the problem. He's heading back to Miami today. I'm still in Paris.

Why do I do this to myself?

I think I need therapy.

But meanwhile, le Parisien, the Boy himself, is back from his long trip out of town this weekend.

Let's just hold our horses.

26 commentaires:

Anthony a dit…

How on earth could someone put up with your company for 4 days in a row?

travelling, but not in love a dit…

LaTanya, you could do it. You know you could...

Daisy a dit…

Travelling, you old dog! You are clearly just too irresistible. It's really something to be able to stand, let alone enjoy someone's company for that length of time- it sounds like magic.

travelling, but not in love a dit…

D, I'm still trying to work it out. I feel a bit shell-shocked by it to be honest. My world is a little shaken, maybe even somewhat rocked...

wontletlifedefineme a dit…

Does this American plan on coming back to Paris soon? He sounds lovely.

wontletlifedefineme a dit…

[do I dare mention the only guy I've ever had that 'spending days in each other's company right away and immensely enjoying it' thing with is my boyfriend...?]

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Marjolein, he's planning a trip back in the summer. That's a long way off, though.

And no, you dare not mention stuff like that! Asking for trouble, young lady!

conortje a dit…

that's it - I'm definitely buying a hat this time!

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Big C, don't you dare do anything of the sort. It's really not going to be necessary.

(*whispers* but he is lovely...)

The Pixy Princess a dit…

I'll have to second wontletlife....
That's how me and my boyfriend ended up together. A weekend that surpassed all others.

Still, if nothing else it would be a great memory, a nice blog post and theres always Le Parisien and all those Marcos.......

aims a dit…

Honey - what are you doing to yourself?

You are such a tramp and you know it! :-0)

Long distance relationships hurt. Plain and simple. Been there and done that and thought I wouldn't live through it.

Be careful with your heart sweetie.

Daryl a dit…

Oh .. I must say that's almost identical to how I met Husband. Except we weren't in Paris, he wasn't going to the Opera and he wasn't staying in a hotel and didn't fly home to Miami ... but otherwise it was exactly the same!

Oddly I am going to Miami on Thursday morning ... want me to look him up for you?

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Pixy, I'm thinking it was a lovely weekend and have filed it way back there....

Aims, my heart doesn't belong to a boy in Miami...that's kind of an impossible situation, no?

D, I'm jealous. Wish I was going to Miami this week - if only for the sun and the palm trees...

Pure Poser a dit…

you irresistible beast! how do you do it?

anyway, with le parisean, the phrase 'absence makes the heart grow fonder' yay or nay on that one?

cb a dit…

I don't know if I like the sound of this "American". Harumpf.

Valleys Mam a dit…

where is this guy who ws going to find one love and settle down more Since you aid that you have been like a whirlwind picking up as you go.
You are in love with them all, or is it lust.You are quite a lad.
may be you just aint made to be with one.
enjoy but be careful

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Poser, definitely a yay sweetheart. Definitely a yay.

CB - you ain't got no competishun honey. He aint' got no hobbit tattoo like what yo sorry ass got. Know wa'am saying?

VM, I don't understand what has happened since I moved to Pairs - all of a sudden I'm attractive. So I'm making the most of it. he he...but being careful, of course.

Margaret's Ramblings a dit…

Seems to me that you will have to expand your business interests to the other side of the pond, LOl

Pop over to my blog, I have left an award for you. You deserve it.

Margaret

Would you believe that the word verification for this comment is atract, haha

A Lewis a dit…

So, exacly how many times in one post can one use the word "cute"?? And only a bit naughty? That's a shame. I'd have made it very very naughty.

Victor a dit…

Damn, these things never happen to me. I'm envious.

By the way, did he come to Paris all the way from Miami just to go to the Opera?

Henry North London a dit…

He wasnt 6ft something and dark and slightly on the plump side was he?

Pure Poser a dit…

ooh, i love 'yays'! i hope this turns out goood...........

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Hi Margaret - I've been and collected - thanks!

Lewis, too many times. That's for sure. Cute tho...

Victor, he did. Well done him, eh?

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Henry, he wasn't. Should he have been?

Poser. Yep, 'yay's are good.

Swearing Mother a dit…

So, he lives in Miami. Could your blog be about to get a new name - "travelling but in love"?

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Sweary, it's permanently on the edge of that precipice....scares me a lot...he he