Totally Frenched Out

From the blogger formerly known as Samdebretagne

Sunday, May 18, 2008

First of all, Jules, your comment totally made me laugh out loud. I mean, I know it's a possibility, but on the other hand, I know the owner and there's a good chance I'll keep coming back here for work, so it's just not something I want to do. Plus, apparently the poor kid (cuz he's only 22, he's just a baby!) got really chewed out for talking to me Friday night. He's "the help" and the owner doesn't want him mixing with her clients. It's really put me in an awkward position because he keeps trying to talk to me and buy me drinks, but I feel like I should avoid him because I don't want to piss her off since it already took her so long to accept me. Plus, he was kind of creeping me out because he was supposed to be videoing the soirée but instead had the camera on me almost the whole night. I hate being on camera, so he def didn't win any points with me there.

And anyways, the owner was trying to keep him away from me, so she sat me next to a 28yr old Scottish boy who is in town on vacation. He was really nice & funny, but again, not my type. Maybe it's just too soon, who knows. The Frenchie asked me if I wanted to go bowling today and the Scottish dude asked if I wanted to go the pool. He also asked if I was looking for a boyfriend. Non, non et non. Do I have a big red arrow over my head flashing "single" or what?? In reality, even though it'd be nice to have someone to spend a lazy Sunday in bed with, right now, I'm exhausted from our long work days and just feel like spending the day on my balcony in the sun, catching up on everything I haven't had time to do in the past week. Already, the Scottish dude's aunt invited me over for a "Sex in the City/Girls night out" night on Tuesday, and this other French guy who spent 10 years in the UK invited me over for dinner on Thursday. I'm not used to being around people this much, it really makes me realize how much of a hermit I've become, especially since moving to the gite.

But the soirée américaine itself was great - between the two guys, I didn't pay for a single drink. And there were two competing country line dance clubs that were there (one from Dax, the other from Pau), so we spent the night watching them battle it out. It was too funny - one group would get up and dance and the others would scowl at them, and then they'd change places. They were all so serious about their line dancing - they all even had matching country western outfits (with hats & boots & everything)! I did get up at the end to go to dance to Sweet Home Alabama though - but how could I not? :-)

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Blogger Syd said...

Maybe it's not a flashing 'single' sign so much as it's the lack of a flashing 'unavailable' sign. Good stuff for a bruised ego.

So, two guys have shown interest and neither is 'your type' - I don't necessarily think that means it's too soon, though it may well be. It just means that being a single, interested guy isn't all it takes.

May 18, 2008 at 12:54 PM  
Blogger Starman said...

You know, a beautiful woman will always be hit on by the lusty males at any soirée.

I'm glad you're getting some there, it has been mostly raining in Paris. In fact, it just finished raining, the sun came out for a minute and now it looks ike rain again.

May 18, 2008 at 2:13 PM  
Blogger Starman said...

That was supposed to read: getting some sun...

May 18, 2008 at 2:16 PM  
Blogger Samantha said...

Ha, starman - freudian slip maybe?? And that's probably a better way too look at it Syd. Plus one of these guys lives in a village in the middle of nowhere and the other lives in Glasgow...not really relationships that would be easy to maintain from Paris even if they were "my type". Complicated is not what I'm looking for now (if I'm even looking for anything at all).

May 18, 2008 at 2:36 PM  
Blogger La Belette Rouge said...

Having two men of different descents with different date plans buy you drinks all night is the perfect reminder that you are a gorgeous gal and that your future will be filled with such self-affirming soirees.;-)

May 18, 2008 at 4:25 PM  
Blogger Ginger said...

*laughs and applauds* Well done Sam ! See ? I told you that you were a "hottie" !!! *giggles* The poor guys ... left in your wake of gorgeousness ! Enjoy it .... you deserve each and every compliment !!!

May 18, 2008 at 4:44 PM  
Blogger misschris said...

It sounds like just what you need right now.

May 18, 2008 at 5:04 PM  
Blogger Jules said...

Okay, well maybe he is not the one but when you do get a chance, go for it, you need a bandaid right now before you meet Transitional Guy and then the The Real One. By the way, I am sooo excited to see the Sex and the City movie!!

May 18, 2008 at 8:09 PM  
Blogger Justin said...

Dang Sam, send some of your game my way! Well only if it correctly translates during the transition. Although I would love for people to approach me, I would prefer it would be women. ;-) Good for you! Just soak it all up and enjoy the well deserved attention.

May 19, 2008 at 7:10 AM  
Blogger purejuice said...

frenchies battle line dancing? in cowboy outfits??? but you could get a million hits posting such a video. my achy breaky couer! sweet home la colle sur loup!

ps. nail them both.

May 19, 2008 at 7:12 AM  
Blogger purejuice said...

...and consider it an exorcism.

May 19, 2008 at 7:15 AM  
Blogger Leesa said...

WOOOOO HOOOOO!! Go go girl! I know it may seem early... but when the time is right, you will know it.. Take your time and and enjoy the attention, it is good for the ego, if anything!! Gros bisous!
PS... I'm back in France now!! Ciao, Leesa

May 19, 2008 at 7:22 AM  
Blogger Mignon said...

OK ,My girlfriends and I have been reading some Scottish romance novels. Go for the Scott!!! They never disappoint. Well, not in the books. We did go to the Scottish Highland games last summer and was very disappointed. They all looked like my FIL. EEEEEEEEWwwwwwwwww. The good Scotts must be in the UK.

May 19, 2008 at 10:36 PM  

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