Oh la la
Better late than never I guess….. Last week I asked this girl for her phone number. Well, I more or less demanded it looking back now, but whatever. After a few phone calls and text messages we decided to meet up for some drinks on Thursday.
I’m going to keep this short and leave out alot of details because its pretty boring.
She let me pick the place for drinks and where we’d meet up. I picked the Saint-Michel area because I was pretty familiar with it, the only downside is that its a bit more touristy. We met up by the big fountain and went to the bar I had picked. We talked for close to an hour and spent alot of time trying to translate my bad french into understandable french. I could tell she was getting a bit frustrated with it, but her english isn’t any better than my french. We decided we needed some food and wandered to a little french restaurant, where I got her to start speaking some english with me, more out of desperation for conversation than anything else.
Dinner went well and I figured we could have one more drink before we call it a night, there was a nice, but expensive, bar just around the corner from the restaurant. We had one last drink and the conversation stalled a bit, which always makes me feel a bit uncomfortable but as it turned out she sorta liked the brief moments of silence. I walked her home and thanked her for a good night. I felt as though it was a good night but there wasn’t too much attraction going on.
By the time I got back to my apartment I had received a text and an email, basically saying she had a good time, and an answer to an inside joke/question we came up with during conversation. I received another email the next day asking if I could see her again that night. I was a bit surprised because I didn’t think she was that interested. I replied and we setup a time to see a movie.
We met up and saw the movie ‘There will be blood” which I thought was an excellent movie, I want to see it again in fact. After the movie I told her I was hungry and she was too. We found one of the few places still open at midnight and ordered up some dinner.
I’m going to preface what happened next: The nice thing about having a language barrier is that you have to be very direct in conversation. This proved to make for a bit of an “interesting” conversation.
We talked a bit about the movie and our favorite scenes. The whole night I could feel some tension between us. I felt like she was holding back, but I couldn’t figure out why. So I dialed up the tension hoping to make her come out with whatever she was holding back. Normally, I struggle with holding eye contact, but this time I initiated the eye contact and held it while just smiling at her. After 3 or 4 times of doing this she couldn’t take it anymore. She said she had some questions for me. “Do you have a girlfriend in the U.S?” “No” I replied. She asked why and I tried to explain to her why.
Next she came right out with what she was holding back; “I have a husband.” I grabbed her hand and pointed to her ring finger asking “Where is your ring?” She shook her head saying “No no, not married, I don’t know how you say…..” “You have a boyfriend.” I said trying to help her correct herself. “Yes, a boyfriend” I just smiled and asked “How long have you had a boyfriend?” “Ummmm…… 9 years.” She was blushing as she said this, typically I would have said something like “Wow” or “Good lord” but instead I just continued to smile.
I felt better knowing that this is what she was holding back and not something like “I am really a man” or “I think you’re ugly”.
“Do you still want to see me if I have a boyfriend?” was the very next thing out of her mouth. To which I replied “Yes” and responded with “Do you want to see me if you have a boyfriend?” and she quickly replied with “Yes, I don’t give you my number if I don’t.” “Touche” I thought to myself.
I’m going to stop this post here…. but there is more to this story. 
I will post the rest in a day or so.
Whoa. Whoa Paul.
I will say it for you… Good lord.
They are not mutually exclusive. She could still be a man who hates your looks, wants your money, identity, green card etc.
Additionally, I hope the movie is not prophetic or she is a stalker.
But, on the other hand… she is French!
Has the next job been settled?
Yeah, it was an interesting evening.
Being French means alot of things but a stalker is not one of them.
In regards to the job, its still in the works but hopefully ending in the next 2 days. The whole process is too complex to even begin. When its all finished I’ll put up a post here asap.
My professional sales classes at BU were some of the only ones I paid attention to. Accordingly, I feel you should have asked some additional “DISCOVERY QUESTIONS” about the 9-year boyfriend…
–How large is this man? If “sizable,” has he ever eaten another human being?
–What kind of temper does this man have? Even if he’s small (like me-sized), has he ever totally flipped out (and for a lesser reason)?
–Was he an only child? (this gets into his willingness to share stuff, i.e. his lady)
You know, maybe the language barrier is bigger than you thought, because she said “husband,” and she meant “boyfriend”… maybe you should have asked about her *having* a 9-year-old. That’s just a different set of problems is all.
Pella those are some great questions….. of which only the first one crossed my mind but was dismissed quickly.
The only child question made me laugh pretty loud, nice one.
You raise a very good point about the language barrier, although doubtful, it is possible she “could” have a 9 year old… but that would mean she had it when she was 16.
Well played… I’ll bet it’s the boyfriend, then. Surprisingly the lesser of the evils! But tread lightly, and carry a weapon.
Dave said it best. Good Lord! And by the way….Good Luck!
W-O-W….you kind of left that detail out about her boyfriend…..I’ll stop there b/c I don’t know how much people know