About a month and a half ago, I began dating this lovely French gentleman who has been living in California for a little over a year. I have read several articles regarding French dating culture, and this particular Frenchie's recent behavior seems to be an anomaly. While I know I could simply ask him what's up, the direct approach is not something I'm particularly adept at quite yet, so the question remains... WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?:
This past Thursday I was having a rather bad day. Knowing that I had plans with the Frenchie that evening, but that I can be a bit of a "B" after such days, I called to let him know that perhaps date 7 was too soon for him to see this side of me. To which he responded, "I think I have an idea that will make you feel better. Come meet at my apartment." I arrived, he walked down his stairs, handed me keys to a porsche in his driveway, and said, "I remember you saying you liked to drive fast cars quickly", turned back around, got a picnic basket, and proceeded to allow me to drive his porsche through the Berkeley hills, where we had wine, cheese, and bread at a make-out point I had not visited since college. Now, I'm not usually into the douche-bag "You fancy, huh? With your porsche and nice wine" thing. Shoot, normally I don't even like it when a guy buys me dinner... but, the fact that he'd listened, remembered, was willing to put up with the cynicism that is me on a bad day, allowed me to drive his car that is worth more than a year of my salary as a teacher, and, frankly, is adorable (witty, challenging, really humble and considerate)... well, yeah... so... sex happened.
This past Thursday I was having a rather bad day. Knowing that I had plans with the Frenchie that evening, but that I can be a bit of a "B" after such days, I called to let him know that perhaps date 7 was too soon for him to see this side of me. To which he responded, "I think I have an idea that will make you feel better. Come meet at my apartment." I arrived, he walked down his stairs, handed me keys to a porsche in his driveway, and said, "I remember you saying you liked to drive fast cars quickly", turned back around, got a picnic basket, and proceeded to allow me to drive his porsche through the Berkeley hills, where we had wine, cheese, and bread at a make-out point I had not visited since college. Now, I'm not usually into the douche-bag "You fancy, huh? With your porsche and nice wine" thing. Shoot, normally I don't even like it when a guy buys me dinner... but, the fact that he'd listened, remembered, was willing to put up with the cynicism that is me on a bad day, allowed me to drive his car that is worth more than a year of my salary as a teacher, and, frankly, is adorable (witty, challenging, really humble and considerate)... well, yeah... so... sex happened.
So, I got a text from him the next day saying, "That was one of the best 13 hours I've had. Let's make it happen again on Sunday, but for longer. Beach? Then we can have dinner and maybe watch a movie?" Yes please! So, beach day arrives. Great day! He invites me to spend the 4th of July with his neighbors and suggests we both try to get the 5th off and make a 4 day weekend out of it together. Then, in the next breath: "So, I can tell you are a people pleaser and I want to be sure you never feel like you have to do anything you don't feel comfortable with." Thoughtful. I explain that I have firm boundaries and will express them if they're ever approached, and that I do not commit to activities that I do not want to be part of. To which he responds, "Good. We need to continue using condoms because I had unprotected sex with a girl at a party last week." WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?! Dude tries to vacation me and tells me about the other women he's banging IN THE SAME BREATH! Wow, Frenchie. Just WOW.
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