Dear Juice, Wow I don't know what is keeping me from you. Is it my inability to finish what I start (blog posts, projects, hell even marriages)? Is it the fact that I am busy at work (which is not really true)? Is it my CFA prep? Is it my rabid social life? Or is it that I am usually being distracted by men who are not viable boyfriend - material? Is it the self-pity I feel when I think about my career and related shame-spirals?
Let's go with all of the above.
Rather unexpectedly, Chris (the french dude, not the Martin) asked me out proper last week and took me out to a proper French restaurant. In so many ways, Chris is the quintessential French dude. He is lanky and blond, dresses poorly and has a fucking thick French accent. But then again in many ways, he is not. He is not completely unaware of the outside world. I am not saying he knows things; I am saying he wants to. He is curious george and has lived outside of France. For me that is a good thing.
So what's the downside? He is either 25 or 24....maybe 24 going on 25? Maturity is somewhat of a tall order to expect even from a 35 year old so when it comes to a 25 year old, I may as well throw in the towel. He's also a student. At first I thought he was a part-time student but turns out he is a full time student doing a part time course which means he has ample free time and not-so-ample moolah. He also lives in some ridiculous ghetto on the dark side of Hong Kong. A broke 25 year old student who lives in a hole...yup that's my dreamboat... more like an inflatable life raft in the middle of the Atlantic with a newly punctured hole.
On the plus side though, he is generous with compliments (so important for a vain Leo like me) and attentive and easily impressed. And darlings, let's not forget the cheap thrill of snagging a younger bloke and a miniature model like me snagging a bloke who is 8 feet tall.
I declined to meet Chris last Saturday, last Sunday and this Wednesday. I will probably end up seeing him over the weekend though. Let's see. If not for anything else, this is big news just for the fact that I managed to keep a guy interested past the first date. Ha.
More on this later.
Let's go with all of the above.
Rather unexpectedly, Chris (the french dude, not the Martin) asked me out proper last week and took me out to a proper French restaurant. In so many ways, Chris is the quintessential French dude. He is lanky and blond, dresses poorly and has a fucking thick French accent. But then again in many ways, he is not. He is not completely unaware of the outside world. I am not saying he knows things; I am saying he wants to. He is curious george and has lived outside of France. For me that is a good thing.
So what's the downside? He is either 25 or 24....maybe 24 going on 25? Maturity is somewhat of a tall order to expect even from a 35 year old so when it comes to a 25 year old, I may as well throw in the towel. He's also a student. At first I thought he was a part-time student but turns out he is a full time student doing a part time course which means he has ample free time and not-so-ample moolah. He also lives in some ridiculous ghetto on the dark side of Hong Kong. A broke 25 year old student who lives in a hole...yup that's my dreamboat... more like an inflatable life raft in the middle of the Atlantic with a newly punctured hole.
On the plus side though, he is generous with compliments (so important for a vain Leo like me) and attentive and easily impressed. And darlings, let's not forget the cheap thrill of snagging a younger bloke and a miniature model like me snagging a bloke who is 8 feet tall.
I declined to meet Chris last Saturday, last Sunday and this Wednesday. I will probably end up seeing him over the weekend though. Let's see. If not for anything else, this is big news just for the fact that I managed to keep a guy interested past the first date. Ha.
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