Post by shattered on Aug 25, 2008 10:16:25 GMT -5
Oh. My. God.
Whatever I expected from my trip to visit the French guy, I didn't expect this. Not only is he not gay, and not interested in being just friends, but according to him:
I am the woman he's been waiting for all his life. The woman of his dreams. He's had a gazillion girlfriends, but has never felt like this before, etc., etc.
He told his entire family about me. I spoke to his mother on the phone (whom he talks to every single day at least once, which is a bit weird, but whatever). He's told his friends about me.
He doesn't care that I'm 10 years older than he his. "When you're in love, age doesn't matter." Plus, he told me a gazillion times a day how I look at least ten years younger, how I look younger than him, how I have the skin of a 20-year-old, how none of the girls in Paris or the U.S. can compare to me, how warm and fun and natural I am, and how he's never met anyone like me in his entire life, etc. etc. etc.
He told me he loves me, and was in love with me the whole time I was with my ex. He said he wants to spend his life with me and have children with me.
He said, "You're the one. I know it. I know that you're the one."
It was all so overwhelming to me, and seemed so over the top, that at first it almost seemed like a put-on to me.
But over the course of the week, I admit, I kind of fell for it.
He SWORE that he's moving back to D.C. by the end of September. We'll see, I guess that will be the test of the truth of his words.
I tried not to, but I kind of fell in love this week. I am completely gaga and crazed and out of my mind.
He's the most romantic man I've ever met.
He is an amazing kisser. I could faint right now just thinking about how he kissed me.
He is incredibly passionate. (We slept in the same bed, but no sex. Came close, but didn't, thank goodness. Would have been too early for me.)
I got more attention from this guy in one week than I got from my ex in nearly three years. Really.
He showered me with attention and compliments, telling me over and over how beautiful I am, how proud he is to be with me, how lucky he is that I chose him, because I must have a gazillion men chasing me (hah, if only he knew), and on and on.
God, it felt so good!!!
Of course, now I'm terrified.
Should I believe what he says?
I'm trying to find the balance between being careful and cynical.
I don't know which end is up right now.
I don't want this to stop! I'm so scared he doesn't really mean what he said.
The most romantic moment of my entire life is when we sat at the Arch of Triumph and started singing that famous chanson "Aux Champs Elysees" together spontaneously.
He then proceeded to sing various French songs to me for nearly an hour.
It was so amazing.
We had so much fun together. He is just as silly and goofy as I am -- more, actually, so it was a good match!
We took the train to Germany to see my mom for three days. He also met my aunt and uncle and two of my friends. He acted like he was having the time of his life, and we spent the entire time singing and hugging and kissing, and my mom thought it was hysterical.
My mom also thought that "no normal person acts the way he does." (He was really hyper and just would not stop jabbering.) She thinks he's mentally not right! (I am worried, because my mom is an excellent judge of things like this. She had my girly man ex pegged right from the beginning.)
Great, the only man on planet earth that shows any interest in me may be a weirdo.
OK, sorry for this totally rambling post, but I"m just letting stuff flow out.
I'm sure I'll write more stuff this week.
OMG, I left a week ago and was a normal person, and now I am out of my mind.
Wow. Well, those are the basics.
Whatever I expected from my trip to visit the French guy, I didn't expect this. Not only is he not gay, and not interested in being just friends, but according to him:
I am the woman he's been waiting for all his life. The woman of his dreams. He's had a gazillion girlfriends, but has never felt like this before, etc., etc.
He told his entire family about me. I spoke to his mother on the phone (whom he talks to every single day at least once, which is a bit weird, but whatever). He's told his friends about me.
He doesn't care that I'm 10 years older than he his. "When you're in love, age doesn't matter." Plus, he told me a gazillion times a day how I look at least ten years younger, how I look younger than him, how I have the skin of a 20-year-old, how none of the girls in Paris or the U.S. can compare to me, how warm and fun and natural I am, and how he's never met anyone like me in his entire life, etc. etc. etc.
He told me he loves me, and was in love with me the whole time I was with my ex. He said he wants to spend his life with me and have children with me.
He said, "You're the one. I know it. I know that you're the one."
It was all so overwhelming to me, and seemed so over the top, that at first it almost seemed like a put-on to me.
But over the course of the week, I admit, I kind of fell for it.
He SWORE that he's moving back to D.C. by the end of September. We'll see, I guess that will be the test of the truth of his words.
I tried not to, but I kind of fell in love this week. I am completely gaga and crazed and out of my mind.
He's the most romantic man I've ever met.
He is an amazing kisser. I could faint right now just thinking about how he kissed me.
He is incredibly passionate. (We slept in the same bed, but no sex. Came close, but didn't, thank goodness. Would have been too early for me.)
I got more attention from this guy in one week than I got from my ex in nearly three years. Really.
He showered me with attention and compliments, telling me over and over how beautiful I am, how proud he is to be with me, how lucky he is that I chose him, because I must have a gazillion men chasing me (hah, if only he knew), and on and on.
God, it felt so good!!!
Of course, now I'm terrified.
Should I believe what he says?
I'm trying to find the balance between being careful and cynical.
I don't know which end is up right now.
I don't want this to stop! I'm so scared he doesn't really mean what he said.
The most romantic moment of my entire life is when we sat at the Arch of Triumph and started singing that famous chanson "Aux Champs Elysees" together spontaneously.
He then proceeded to sing various French songs to me for nearly an hour.
It was so amazing.
We had so much fun together. He is just as silly and goofy as I am -- more, actually, so it was a good match!
We took the train to Germany to see my mom for three days. He also met my aunt and uncle and two of my friends. He acted like he was having the time of his life, and we spent the entire time singing and hugging and kissing, and my mom thought it was hysterical.
My mom also thought that "no normal person acts the way he does." (He was really hyper and just would not stop jabbering.) She thinks he's mentally not right! (I am worried, because my mom is an excellent judge of things like this. She had my girly man ex pegged right from the beginning.)
Great, the only man on planet earth that shows any interest in me may be a weirdo.
OK, sorry for this totally rambling post, but I"m just letting stuff flow out.
I'm sure I'll write more stuff this week.
OMG, I left a week ago and was a normal person, and now I am out of my mind.
Wow. Well, those are the basics.