French men are so wrong
by Kristi

Ok so I was living in Paris living the student's dream and my boyfriend dumps me. After weeks of drama and a very stressful internship and MOVING OUT of my apartment (that I shared with my boyfriend and his best friend from hell, another story), I finally have a Sunday afternoon to myself. Nothing except tourist traps are open in Paris on Sundays, but I decided to take a walk in the park in one of the suburbs west of town. I am walking out of the metro station and I guess I was smiling to myself because this guy busts out of a phone booth and tells me how beautiful I am (btw I am not THAT cute and a little on the heavy side, and French men are notorious for liking skinny girls only) and how he felt like he would mess up his karmic destiny forever if we didn't go have coffee. I was just so happy for some male attention that I said ok, and frankly, he wasn't entirely bad looking and he was reasonably intelligent. We had a nice coffee except for my ex (who obviously picked just that moment to be a needy jerk) who kept calling on my cell like four or five times and I kept having to shut it off. We had a nice kiss after the coffee date and walked in the park and he promised to call.

My feelings are that he was average, not totally insupportable, and could be fun.

Date 1 good, date 2 sucked. He somehow is "too busy at work" to invite me to dinner or out for another coffee but invites me to his house. Yes. And it wasn't to listen to music. It was a sixth floor walk-up and "we had to hurry because his roommate would be back soon"- hurry for what?

Yeah. He wanted more than just to watch movies and listen to music and that just isn't going to happen for me. So I say that I need to go and ask him if he wants to ride home with me and he says, no, he's too busy. Ok whatever.

By that point I had scratched him off of my list. My feelings were that I had just gotten rid of one jerk and didn't need a new one. He must have known how sucky his behavior was, because he calls me and says, "Look, we need to break up (were we together?) because I have unresolved issues with my ex and she has tried to commit suicide without me." I told him politely that he needed to do what was right for him and that I was leaving town in three months anyway (when I really wanted to tell him to shove it).

Flash back to date 1, which really was a good time. A month later, he calls me at WORK (how did he get my work number?), embarasses me to my boss, and then says "Look, I made a horrible mistake. Our first date was so great and I guess I was just scared and I was just holding on to my ex because I was afraid of being able to have something so wonderful."

What did I say? "Oh did your ex finally dump you? Well I agree with you, I think you made a huge mistake. I'm no one's second choice."

~August 2004

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