C'est La Vie

My college roommate with a rhyming name and I always got lucky with the boys in spring.  Spring 2009 began last Sunday for me.  I met a skinny jean wearing band boy through a mutual friend.  We drank lots of tequila and the rumor is we made out.  He's called and texted several times, I'm just not into him..

Moving on.

My best friend since I was 10 and I went to my favorite dingy scenester bar to catch up Monday night.  We sat at the bar, people watched, and talked about all things girly.  I admitted I had signed up for an online dating site for which she approved.  I'm really bored with my options especially since returning from a recent beyond amazing trip.

When I was 17 or 18, if I were to describe the perfect guy, I would describe a boy with a mop of curly hair.  When I say curly, I don't mean sort of wavy and long, al la Adrien Grenier.  I want it in a fro form and unruly, fabulous curly but not kinky curls.  This was my epitome of perfection.  So when a true to my teenaged fantasy guy sat down at the bar next to me I made sure to note to the best friend of my old crush criteria.

I wasn't particularly drunk or I would have started sucking his face immediately.  I don't even know how it happened but the apparition started chatting with me.  I think he actually started talking about his hair, how an older woman tried to run her fingers through it and creeper him out.  He said something along the lines he wouldn't mind if a cute girl had done it, specifically if I had done it.  My 17 year old crush thinks I'm cute!

The guy was laying it on thick.  I learned he had grown up in Paris, tutors high schoolers, and is a few years older than me.  He found out he's the crush I never had.  Jokes were made and he made it clear he wanted to see more of me.  At some point, I spotted the bartender from my 21st birthday, and signalled him over.  He knew my French Crush from his bar, the bartender knew my friend from my birthday years ago.. Ideas were already forming in my head.

Frenchmen actually implied he wanted me to spend the night at the bar.  I just giggled like I was 17 and innocent again.  He said he wanted to make me breakfast and go on a walk with me.   I decided my old bartender and oldest best friend were coming with me to his place.  I didn't want to be the girl that went home with the guy from the bar, I could at least one up myself and be the girl that stayed after the party had ended.

Our trusty bartender brought the extra alcohol.. My best friend opted to stop drinking since she had to drive and didn't want to be seduced by the bartender.    The three of us took the nastiest shot ever - Triple Sec and a tequila I had never heard of.  My mouth got watery which is my cue to stick my finger down my throat.. To no avail.  After we finished the PBRs, I'm pretty sure we were drinking Triple Sec and water.  This all comes into play later.

Frenchy kissed me the first time when we were alone in his living room and the others were outside smoking..  He snuck a few more kisses and asked me to stay.  I agreed but said there'd be no sexxing.  I'm trying to be a good girl.  I'm over meaningless sex and one night stands.  My bestie started showing youtube videos to the bartender and at some point Frenchy took my hand and put it on his leg.. The Little Frenchy is in fact a hard and not so little Frenchy.  Subtle.

I stayed and ate my words.  Lots of sex.  Apparently the Frenchmen did some wishful thinking and stopped to buy some condoms on his way home.  To which we used them all.  That night..and the following afternoon.  He worshipped my body which only caused me to get shy. And he was seriously packing some heat for being a skinny guy..  If hair is any indicator...   What was also super hot was him whispering sweet nothings in French.  This wasn't a cheeseball move he pulled, I made him do it.

He kept saying how he couldn't believe I didn't have a boyfriend.  How beautiful I am.  He thinks I'm mellow and he really likes it.   We talked about our past relationships (or lack thereof) and sort of what we could potentially be/not be.

More about my French lover? Well, he's a true nerd, Star War DVDs on top of his DVD player. He's a math whiz.  He has many house plants including baby greens under some sort of incubator system. He has a cat which he worships and says he can't be friends with anyone that hates cats.  We have the same sign astrologically and I think that shocked us both, making him 5 days shy of being 3 years older than me.  He's about to graduate and has plans to save the world.   He went to a private school smaller and more expensive than mine.  He's lived in a few cities about the US and was partially raised in Paris but our blessed little city is his hometown.  And when Best Friend and I were going through his wallet we found a picture of him when he looked like Jasper from Twilight because his hair was tame and he had a sullen look on his face. Oh and he has beautiful teeth.

At one point I was adjusting the pillow only to flip over and slam my eye into his hard head.  Hi, I have a black eye.

He missed a doctors appointment the.  He didn't make me breakfast because we were both too hangover.  I haven't had a headache so bad in my life.  We plotted to kill the bartender together.  I laid naked in his bed- nay, futon, with him until about 6 o'clock in the evening when he started babbling about making a pizza since we hadn't eaten.  I decided if I was gonna eat, I might as well put clothes on.  I'm not sure if he took it as a hint or what but the pizza never happened, he said he needed to do some homework, and after lounging on his living room futon clothed for an hour, he took me home.

I felt absolutely disgusting because my skin was all breaky-outty from leaving make-up on and recent stress.  And any remaining make-up was smeared across my face.  And while he had recovered from his headache, my head was still throbbing.  I don't know if I sent off signals I was no longer interested.. Or if he lost interest in me because my face looked grosser with clothes on.  Or he took some of shyness in bed as me not being interested.  I felt we parted on a slightly off note.  It's probably my fault or all in my head.

Its been about a day and I haven't heard from him.  I don't know if he's playing the waiting game or is over me.  I will be the aggressor though..  I'm tempted to invite him to a friends show this weekend.  Or just text him and tell the knot on my brow definitely became a black eye.  All my one night stands have been bag 'em and leave 'em situations, was this even technically a one night stand??  I was at his place like 18 hours. Should I wait around for him to call (if he even does??) or should I be a big girl and take the initiative?   Does he even get text messages??  When we were talking about my education fizzling he offered to tutor me for sexual favors... Maybe I need a tutoring session.  And its not the sex I want, I want a relationship of sorts with him.

I'd rather be creepy and randomly add him on my bff, Facebook, but the sly bastard doesn't seem to have one.  And I found a Myspace account that hasn't been touched in 3 years without a drop of information.  How do people survive without these tools of the Internet??  I found a school page with an email address and the trail ends there.

I don't normally fall for guys so quickly and sound so crazy but he made me laugh.  He flattered me.  He's downright beautiful.  I feel relatively comfortable with him, just talking about everything and nothing.  And I've been lonely and just enjoy his presence.  And he doesn't creep me out.  He intrigues me.   Those 17 hours spent together felt extraordinarily easy and I liked that.  So what, I got a little shy and insecure.. I just hope he didn't take it the wrong way.

Help?