Elodie, Thomas et Côme
When your new boyfriend told you :” I really enjoy cuddling. Hugs are important”, you send this to him (pinched on the internet, of course):
And few minutes later, he sends you back this (and therefore, he made it by himself) :
How was I supposed to NOT fall in love ?
Sorry, this entry is only available in Français.
I give you the original version so google translate can prove I’m not telling you bullshit … This is a part from my MSN history (who was still alive … We’re so old !). Blue is me, Black is Thomas.
Here is the translation :
Me : Hi again
Thomas : Hi again
Thomas: Sorry, I’m still on my phone so there’s some lag before I can read messages.
Me: No problem
Thomas: Moreover, the internet really is on the blink this afternoon. The internet connection freezes because of a storm.
Me: Ouch
Thomas: You know, I can’t wait to chat with you in person…. But you’ll see, I have a hard time when talking to girls.
Me : Really, shy ?
Thomas : Yes. Shy and not very gifted^^
Me: Well… We gonna be two because I don’t like “first date” … they’re not my strength.
Thomas : So, we’re not out of the woods yet
Me: We’ll do our best
Me: It doesn’t take me so long to loosen up but the first minutes are laborious.
Thomas : Are you more at your ease the dates after ? We can skip the first date and directly jump to the second one if you prefer.
Me: lol
Me: Let’s meet and see.
I know what you are thinking : This is not what we want to read ! We want the rest of the story ! It’s planned ! Only there’s a little tiny huge problem : I found back only some parts of my MSN history. The october 1st conversation is reported missing. And I’m gonna tell you a secret : There is a reason why we celebrate our “love anniversary” on October 2nd !
I won’t come back on what Thomas said about this date , everything is true. It did happen that way.
I just want to make a point about what was happening in my mind in the car, after the date. I had spent a very enjoyable night, much more enjoyable than the first date. I was sorry about not having my own flat in Tours yet, because had I have one, I would have invited him for a last drink. All in the same time, I didn’t know what to do or what to say. Thomas being not so expensive (even when one lets him talk, what I’d tried my best to do this night), I didn’t really know how to read into his behavior. It must be said that I wad not myself a famous expert in men-women relationships and that I didn’t grasp any of all these subtil signs that one should take in account at the beginning of a possible love relationship.
So, we’re parked at the bottom of Claire’s building and Thomas turns to me. I tell him that I’ve spent an enjoyable night and kiss him on the cheek when he leans to me.
I am by Claire’s. Of course, I tell her everything about this wonderful night (long version, with all those little details (at the pub after the restaurant, I felt like I was going to put my hand on his thigh but I didn’t dare). After almost two hours of talking (broken several times by text message to Thomas to say him I really enjoyed the date and Hoped it was the same for him), something rings a bell : “Claire, in the car, at the end, I think that, in fact, …he tried to kiss me”.
Fuck ! I didn’t get anything !
This is my turn to tell the next épisode. Once again, It will be the point of view of only one of us. For the other Version, ask Elodie… (The original version was published by Thomas).
During the first date I spent a good time except for the fact that I couldn’t really express myself about who I am and what I like. So I decide to stay in touch with Elodie via Live Messenger (who was still existing, RIP).
Now we’re each in our own home chating about our feeling about this first date. Then, Élodie tells me : “You didm’t talk much. I would have enjoyed you talking moreabout yourself”. So I decide to answer with thèse words “I would have enjoyed it too, but you made me unable to get a word in edgeways… Each time I tried to talk about me, you cut me and bounce back and forth into a story about you. Give me a second date and I’ll talk about me.” Élodie must have realized that she really had a logorrhea crisis and accepted to see me again the Thursday after in Tours after the work.
Today is Thursday, september the 24th 2011
My second date is tonight. I go back home from work, change clothes, shave and style my hair thinking to the coming night. I leave Vouillé to Tours. An hour of driving for a single dinner : good luck !
When arrived, we look for a place where have a drink before dinner and we so we sit at one of the Plumereau square’s terrace. Everything is fine, WE talk TOGETHER then go to a small restaurant and have a nice dinner. Being a true gentleman, I pay the bill and we continue the evening in another pub to have a last drink. After all this enjoyable time, we go back to my car and drive to Claire’s apartment (she is a friend of Elodie) where Elodie will spend the night.
I parked in front of the building and this is now the goodbye time. Because I feel that this night went all right, I decide to take a chance and close myself to kiss her. Elodie then turns her head and gives me a kiss on the cheeks before leaving the car. So I pick up the relief of my pride and drive home making the assessment of the night in my head:
A return trip to Tours by highway
Two drinks each at Plumereau square
A good diner in a nice restaurant
Coffees
A kiss on the cheek
A trampled pride.
Good grief ! This is annoying ! On this finished the second date. Hope for the 3rd to be better !
Because before the « they all lived happily ever after » one needs to start with « Once upon a time »…
Hark people ! This is my version of the story (long version), with my point of view. If you ever want the boy’s point of view, ask Thomas.
Everything started in August 2011 when a Bridget Jones in the making (me) realised that she is fed up with spending her night time reading Jane Austen’s novels alone in her bed with her big cat as unique companionship. On a whim, the Meetic1 enrolment becomes reality.
At the beginning, I don’t have much criteria, but some of them matters : applicants should live in a 100km radius around Tours (the city where I studied), must not be allergic to cats and must not smoke. No, no, no, I would never date a smoker ! If possible, I would prefer a man without children and someone who masters French (some introductions like « hey, woud u be interrest in havin a drink wth me ? » have been tossed upon the garbage heap of history without any regret). After few days, I’m contacted by a guy who seems quite charming. His name is Stéphane, he’s an engineer at EDF (French electricity provider). We plane to meet and have a drink together. Two days before the said rendez-vous, my body gives me a prophetic sign : I wake up with a generalized nettle rash crisis. It will last 15 days and obvioulsy, going to a first date in that condition is out of the question ! During these 15 days Stéphane (who seems sceptical about the reason I gave him to cancel the date) goes on vacations. I’m not really disturbed and I realised that my meetic profile has been seen by LDMBatman (geek ?). The profile picture is not repulsive and he took the time to answer my « quizz » and had quite a good score. Hence, I answer to his invitation to come and chat on the forum. I learn that Batman’s name is Thomas, and that he is an IT. We talk about little things and, after a couple of days , we decide to meet in real life. The date is planed at the beginning of a Sunday afternoon of September, in the city of Blois. I doll myself, even put make up. When I arrived in Blois, I find out what my date looks like : Thomas, with his hair unstyled, unshaved and not really well dressed… well. I try to not show that I’m not that taken by the first sight. On his meetic profile picture, he was wearing a suit for work so obvioulsy the reallity doesn’t bear the comparison. Later (few weeks later) he will confess that he came to Blois making a detour on his way from Le Mans to Poitiers… As the weather is nice, we si tat a pub’s terrace and the tragic event occurs : Thomas brings out a cigarettes’ pack. HE SMOKES !!! Gauloises in addition ! Ouch ! This date starts quite bad ! I have to confess myself : had he smoked no-filter Gauloises, our story would have stop right at this moment ! We start talking. I mean : I talked. I talk a lot. I fill because Thomas doesn’t talk much. We finish our drinks, and leave to have a walk. We pass by the castle and I show him the dragons of the house of magic (because now I know how much he likes these little creatures, I probably scored a point at this moment). At the end of the walk, we sit on the big « Denis Papin » stairs. I talk so much that I even explain who was Denis Papin. Twenty minutes later, some tourists ask us to make a picture of them. « In front of Denis Papin’s statue ? » asks Thomas. The tourist answers « Ah ! One can say you’re a true Blésois2 ! » Yeah sure !…
Nonchalantly, the afternoon is over. It’s almsot 6pm and Thomas ask me to stay and go and eat together. Drat, I don’t want to stay. A short mental arithmetic makes me realise that I have already used all possible conversation topics and I’m afraid the evening may be long. And… HE SMOKES ! I decline the diner with an excuse that must smell mouldy 20 kilometers away : « I can’t. My mother is alone tonight for diner and I swore I will diner with her » (a simple call and my dear mommy would have been happy to know I dine outside). So we go back to the cars without planing any second date. I drive home. My mother asks me, she wants to know everything : « so ??? »
My answer : « He is nice but I don’t think there will be a second date. Besides, he smokes ».
1 Meetic is a famous French dating site.
2 Blésois is the name of the inhabitants of Blois city.