Amazing Week With A Beautiful Frenchman

Well, okay, so it was an amazing week--althought it didn't start out that way. it actually started out pretty rough--with me feeling a bit beat up, and feeling like a big loser. Why?

My great friend, Mark, that he is told me that I am too nice--and no guy is going to like me more than a friend because I am too nice. That I am so supportive and positive, that guys like to have me around to build up their egos and be flattered. He then tells me that everyone that meets me assumes that I am a lesbian. He said my hair is too punky---and that because I am independent, everyone thinks I am a lesbian. I said that I didn't believe that that was true....that I didn't believe that my current group of friends assumed that I was gay. He told me, they just haven't said anything to you.

Then, this man, that I have fallen in and out, and back in love with for the past several years, proceeds to sunbathe nude in my pool...and I have no choice but to be so close to the one man that I won't ever have. I was a basketcase by the time I saw my friends on Monday night. And I was really missing Scott. So my morale and esteem was quite low when I got together with my friends, and to top it all off, I told him that if I didn't have sex before my birthday in November, that he was going to have to be the one to do it. His response was less than positive---and he began saying that he was definitely going to find someone for me this week. Needless to say, I started drinking like a fish.

We went to the Irish pub that I like to go to, and the hot bartender was working. I had already decided that I wasn't going to tell my friend who it was that I liked at the bar. I was already too demoralized....I know, I know....with friends like this, I really don't need enemies, do I?

So I wandered around....after I lost my poker chips, and ended up at the bar, talking with the bartender. I decided that I needed a little boost, so I said to the bartender, "We should do something on one of your days off." He replied, "definitely! but it will have to be in about three weeks." I replied that that was fine. He went to go serve some drinks...and when he came back, he says, "you know I have a girlfriend, right?" And I(in momentary shock, and thinking fast) reply, "That's okay. You know how many people in my life have girlfriends?" And he said, "I just wanted to make sure you knew." I said, "That's cool...we can go to lunch or something." And then he continued to flirt with me. Now go figure!

I get up the courage to ask the guy out....he says yes, and then tells me he has a girlfriend...and then continues to flirt with me---and we have been flirting with each other since March. Who knows what the hell goes on with guys these days?

Well, by Wednesday, things kind of loosened up between my frenchman and me. I was used to his nudity, and he was beginning to compliment me---and telling me that I am great, that I'm awesome, etc.....and I wasn't feeling so uncomfortable or beat up anymore.

Alright, I am chatting with my English friend...so I will come back later.