Totally Frenched Out

From the blogger formerly known as Samdebretagne

Monday, June 2, 2008

Lord, I have no shame - I spent the night dancing with a boy (no, really, he was a BOY - I can't even call him a man. But in my defense, pretty much everyone was either under 20 or over 40). Look at him though, he's just a baby:I didn't mean too, but he asked me to dance once and then we just never stopped. It really surprised me because I never dance - I have no sense of rhythm whatsoever and I'm normally really self-conscious about it, but when he asked, I figured "What the hell, what've you go to lose?" He'd taken a lot of dance classes though, so I actually ended up learning quite a bit. And it was a change to dance with a man who knew how to lead, versus Fab who's even worse than I am, lol. So look at me, going in hot tubs, dancing the night away - who'd have ever thought?

I'm quite surprised by how the night turned out though - I figured it was going to be some stuffy dinner and we'd be out of there by 9, but we didn't end up leaving until almost 4:30am. Those bourgeois really let loose once the alcohol starts flowing! And man, was it good alcohol - there were just endless bottles of champagne à volonté. (And you guys all know my weakness for champagne).

When things started winding down, the poor kid asked if he could "accompany" me back to my place, and I said "Sorry, the only person accompanying me back is Yuri. Besides, that's probably illegal in half of the states in the US". He tried to convince me that he was just at his sexual peak, but I could only laugh and say "I'm sorry kid, you're just a baby". But I also think that's why I enjoyed myself so much - there was no pressure. I didn't have to worry about being particularly funny or interesting or sexy - I could just let go and have fun. But he was really sweet, telling me I was beautiful and always trying to hold my hand and stuff - you gotta give him credit for trying. Plus, it's the first male contact I've had in like two months now, and I have to admit it felt nice to have a warm (and toned) body to dance with. And like Yuri said, I probably danced more last night than I have in my entire life!

There were times though when I felt like I was in a twilight zone - these people live in a whole different world than the one I knew back in Bretagne. Living in the countryside, I often forgot about how there was still a whole upper class of French people, with old money and fancy homes and where names still matter. It was just a really odd to think about going from living in the middle of nowhere in the gîte and all of the sudden finding myself in a super nice hôtel with chandeliers and people wearing clothes that probably cost more than what I make in a year. But still, give me that over a field of cows any day! So now I just need to find myself a nice little bourgeois boy, one who has a vacation home in Provence and the Alps and who can whisk me off to London at a moment's notice. *S*PS. I have to say mille mercis à Yuri, for coming to stay with me this weekend and being my 'date' to the wedding - it was tons of fun and I'm glad you were there with me to share my first weekend in Paris!

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10 Comments:

Blogger Kim/Thomas said...

who's wedding????

can you make a close up of that picture??:)

I'm soooo happy happy for you, you deserve this!!!!!!! I can't tell you how sincere I am with that!!

awesome!

June 2, 2008 at 1:09 PM  
Blogger Samantha said...

A friend of mine (a fellow Minnesotan who used to live in Brittany) married a Parisian on Saturday, so that's who's wedding it was.

And I think if you click on the picture, it'll zoom in, LOL.

June 2, 2008 at 1:17 PM  
Blogger MISS YURI said...

Anytime lady!!! And by anytime, I mean not until I find some more comfortable heels ;) Seriously though I had a blast this weekend, too. Hugs!! I miss you already!!

June 2, 2008 at 2:35 PM  
Blogger Leesa said...

WOW!!! Sounds like it was a blast!! How fun for you guys!! Hey,I clicked on the pic and they guy DOES indeed look young.. Hey.... fresh!!! I am guilty, too!! heeheee... We can swap stories, although I already know your now!! I used to always ask to see a guys DL because in Cali the guys were young, but looked a bit older.. Good for you for having some fun!! Eat it up... Consider that your "Welcome to Paris."

June 2, 2008 at 4:13 PM  
Blogger Betty C. said...

I figured that if YOU at your extremely young age were comparing yourself to Mrs. R, that the guy must be barely legal!

Glad you had fun. And as the old saying goes: how're you gonna keep them down on the farm after they've seen Paree?

June 2, 2008 at 4:31 PM  
Blogger GL'sD said...

Don't count out kids. I remmember at age 14 falling for my Uncle's girl friend. She was nineteen at the time. Long story short, we married eight years later and that was forty six years ago.

June 2, 2008 at 5:43 PM  
Blogger katiez said...

Get 'em young and train 'em right...
Or just have fun!

June 2, 2008 at 9:36 PM  
Blogger purejuice said...

you go, girl.

June 3, 2008 at 1:43 AM  
Blogger eastcoastsnob said...

When I was closer to your age I remember thinking a 21 year old was SOOOo young...now that I'm a older a 21 IS young...but I've also realized that age sometimes doesn't matter. You can be close to someone for who they are not what year they were born. Have fun!! Enjoy!! He's a cutie pie!!

June 3, 2008 at 2:29 AM  
Blogger La Page Française said...

He's a cutie, that young'un. Go Sam!

Glad you are enjoying yourself sipping champagne and dancing the night away in Paris. As Kim said, you definitely deserve it!

June 3, 2008 at 7:01 PM  

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