Filed under: French guy | Tags: he's just not that into you, frenchman, French guy, worth more, unanswered love
Cuz a real man knows a real woman when he sees her
And a real woman knows a real man ain’t afraid to please her
And a real woman knows a real man always comes first
And a real man just can’t deny a woman’s wortAlicia Keys
I could start by saying I have decided to say bye bye to the French guy that has been haunting my dreams for lots of months now. After reading lots of women-empowering articles like “He’s just not that into you” I realised I was spending a huge part of my life listening, helping and chatting with a guy who was flirting like a madman but was not acting like it. Some examples? “Honey, you know one day you will be my wife.” “My Queen, my mermaid.” “What a women you are!” “You are so beautiful, your eyes just kill me.” “You are so creative, so beautiful, so smart.” “One day I’ll buy this lingerie set for you.” “My parents have been asking for you.” For a year now I have been listening to all his fears, his irritations about his work, the bad experiences of his past and especially the big secrets he tells no one because he is afraid that they are gonna judge him. Like that time that his ex-girlfriend was pregnant 6 months into the relationship, she told him, and the day after she went to have an abortion without telling him. Hard indeed.
His latest moves? He wants to move to my country, because real estate is so much cheaper and he could easily find work. He knows his languages so that would not be an issue. So lately I have been asked to give my opinion about job ads, looking at plans for lofts, etc. All very cute. But isn’t a man who’s in love, supposed to jump on the first plain/train/bike he can get to be around you? So lots of bla bla and little action.
I decided it has to end. Finito. I’m 26 and I want a good relationship, a man who worships me and is worth me. And boy will that man be a lucky guy. I am charming, outgoing, good looking, I am an excellent cook, I can sow (I design my own evening dresses), I can draw, I can write, I play several instruments and I am ambitious. Next to that I’m just a softie: love to cuddle up to my boy, listen to him, give him a save harbour, cook him delicious meals and host original parties. I don’t smoke, I don’t drink. Love to do little adventurous trips, to discover more about the world around me. Oh and I’m great in bed.
My social life is extensive. My circle of friends selective. My best friends have been around for almost 20 years, we know each other and love each other dearly. Sometimes I am afraid that a new guy could never measure up to what I have with my best friend Jules. But when I see her and her wonderful boyfriend I feel jealous. I want to have what they have. After all these years they still look in each-others eyes with so much love and passion. He has been at her side through bad and good times, and even though he’s 10 years older than her, he interested on her to make her own mistakes: “That’s part of the process of growing up, you have to go through that phase.” Simply adorable.
So I was fed up. I decided that Frenchie had reached the expiration date. So in the last 2 days I have not been contacting him anymore. Yesterday he was on-line a whole evening but did not speak to me. Until. OK, when he went to bed he just send me the “kiss”-emoticon. So at least he thought about that gesture. Today same story, but this time no kiss. I’m just wondering how long will I be able to hold in all the anger I’m feeling right now. Sit back, relax, and see how long it takes him to really make an effort.
I would love to tell him: “I came to realize I am spending vast amounts of my evenings talking to you. Time I could easily spend on meeting new people, going out, date. And maybe meet someone who is ACTUALLY interested in me and sees what I’m worth. It is so easy to spend those evenings talking to you. All your flattery is tempting and gives me an ego boost. But let’s be honest, what’s the use of it all? You are not going to make a move and in the mean time I’m wasting my time.”
Good idea or not, what do you think?
Filed under: ex partners | Tags: mother in law, love, picky, soap series, sex, small dick, cheating, porn
Starring: Dame D’Amour and some of her ex boyfriends.
It would not be the first time people tell me: “Gosh, your life sounds like a soap series”. Not exactly my aim, to be honest. As a journalist I just happen to have a full life, a healty social agenda and well… I’m quite peristent when it comes to love. No one night stands for me. Give me one good man who treats me well. That kinda girl. Which results in me telling endless stories about the same guys over and over, just to come to the conclusion they are just simply not good enough for me. Or i’m too picky. Still haven’t decided what’s more accurate.
Sadly I have not met any good man for ages. Ok, not ages, more like 3 years. T and me were madly in love for 3 years. Too bad his acid mother had to make my life hell. I think she drinks vinegar for breakfast, would explain her moods, no wonder her husband cheated on her. Twice. So instead of wishing her kids a happy life she makes sure they feel as miserable as she does. Love is a fairytale, isn’t it?
So from T (perfect dick, great sex) I went to K. The K of “Kame to early”. He had been pursuing me for more than a year. And my ego was crippled after the 3-year-hell, so eventually I said “Ok, let’s try it, maybe I misjudged you.” That’s where I learned my leason: always listen to your intuition. And boy, was it screaming to me. “He’s not strong enough, he does not have enough experience with relationships, you will walk over him.” And so I did. The worst part? The sex was awful. He had a very small dick. I’d say 12 cm erect, but small as a candle. For some reason it reminded me of mushrooms. First time we had sex, I freaked out. Imagine, I was always used of having giants and suddenly i had a dwarf in my hands. A dwarf that got excited from the moment I laid my finger on it. One minute tops to come. So forget blow-jobs (not that i had any intention of doing the dwarf), forget doggy style, forget teasing around. But welcome best orgasms ever. No clue how he did it, and pretty sure he didn’t either as he told me he was still a version when we met. But somehow the dwarf was able to rub against the best parts. So I kept him for 6 months. But than the guarantee expired.
Fast forward six months. Sharing a bed with a long-time friend, S, with whom I had been in love for quite a while. He came on to me, and I was happy. Good sex too, not that very special, but ok. Sadly he betrayed me with his ex-girlfriend, and another ex-girlfriend and apparently the girlfriend of his best friend who had been together with her for 6 years. Ever heared of: “You don’t know your friends until you share their bed?” Well, I concur. So exit friend after a month. And somehow in the weeks following my discovery he was fired from several positions in several international organisations. Really no clue how that happened *look very innocent*. Ok, maybe I do… Let’s say people where really “disappointed” in his behaviour and could not work anymore with him in a close team. Bummer isn’t it? Too bad he did not realize who he was dating, and moreover how much people liked me. It sure was an ego-boost for me.
Recently heard S is gonna marry that girlfriend of his ex best friend. Good luck with that girl. I heared through the grapevine he has cheated on you twice already. Sure gonna make a great dad.
So basicly that was it in the last years. Ok, expect for that short-time flirt with D, a latino stud 20 years older than me, but looking only 10 years more wise. Huge dick. He thought he was small. Quite similar to this porn actors equipment. Sadly he behaved like one too. I like tenderness and passion. He liked vulgarity. So bye bye after 2 sessions. At least I got laid for once.
So basicly I am a good girl. Only 26 years old and still able to count her sex partners on one hand. These days that’s quite rare. And now that I got all the sex stuff out of my system, it’s time to move on to my real passion: LOVE.
On the next episode: Dame D’Amour is fed up with the French man she has been secretly dreaming of in the last year. Tune in!
