March 31, 2011

Une Histoire d'Amour: How I Met FBF

Last year (2009) I was invited to a New Year’s Eve party by one of my French friends, Quentin. He told me it was an 80s themed party, we could sleep at the house, and he’d be by to pick me up around 21h.

As it was winter and below freezing at night, I wore a giant jacket, a scarf, and gloves. I walked out of my apartment and directly into the back seat of the car, as there was already an occupant in the passenger seat.

I entered the car, said “bonjour,” and was immediately presented with a lightening fast French phrase, delivered by the unknown passenger.

I had spent the holidays up until the day before with my family, speaking nothing but English. My French was a little rusty, and I was unprepared for this sudden attack of a foreign language. “Pardon?” I asked.

C’est où, ton costume?” he repeated. This time, I understood that he was asking me where my 80s costume was.

I was now confronted with a new problem: I couldn’t remember how to say “under” in French! I wanted to say “under my jacket,” but was coming up with a complete blank.

“Uuuhhh…..” I stalled, trying to come up with my French phrase.

The passenger had no patience for me. He immediately turned towards Quentin and asked, “Elle parle français où quoi?” with a tone of disdain. (Does she speak French or what?)

Oui… je parle un peu français…” (Yes… I speak a little French) I mumbled in reply.

Deciding this guy was an asshole with a stupid wig, a stupid fake mustache, and stupid giant sunglasses, I sat quietly in the back seat not looking forward to the party.

As the night went on, I realized that most everyone at the party was in a couple. Having been dumped the month before, I was not looking forward to watching a bunch of happy couples making out at midnight.

I decided to take matters into my own hands. I was going to try to find someone eligible to kiss when the clock struck twelve.

By this time the wig, sunglasses, and mustache had disappeared from the asshole’s face. I was disappointed to find out that he was exceptionally cute. The rest of the single crowd was definitely not.

I drank a bit, and decided to talk to this guy again. He was nicer round two, so I started flirting with him, trying to get ready for the new year's kiss.

There was one problem: Nobody made out come midnight. Instead, they all went around faire-ing la bise (kissing each other on the cheek), wishing one another “bonne année!” and opening the champagne bottles.

Despite the fact that I didn’t need to find somebody to kiss after all and now I had no more need to talk to him, I continued to talk to him all night. We, and another friend, stayed up until 6am talking about life, the universe, and everything.

He was charming, interesting, funny, and had gorgeous blue eyes.

And, before finally crashing on the couches, he asked for my number.


Proof that things worked out! FBF and I last summer.

16 comments:

  1. Awww so cute! How is his english? ;)

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  2. Too cute, you two! (Such gorgeous eyes - both of you.) And a charming 'how we met' histoire. I'm glad you shared it....in fact, I'm glad you gave the asshole a chance!

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  3. I like historical posts as I have only been onboard here a few months. Those are some BLUE eyes.

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  4. WEll I am so used to your great comedy I did not realize you could also write great romance. Keep it up.

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  5. Such a great story and such a beautiful couple!

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  6. Erika: Thanks! His English rocks now, but at the beginning it was pretty similar to my level of French. We've both improved loads while being together.

    Leslie: Thank you! I'm glad I did too :)

    Joshua: Are you hitting on FBF?

    Jenna: I love that you are referring to posts like this one as "historical"!

    Mike: Why thank you!

    Marianne: Merci beaucoup!

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  7. I love hearing how-we-met stories!

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  8. Kaley: I do too! You should write yours :)

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  9. You should know that your boyfriend is constantly trying to seduce me through photos. Just look at how he's looking at me!

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  10. Josh: Thanks!

    Jannah: I'd tell him, but I like his sexy seduction look in photos!

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  11. I do really like this story ! How an asshole could seduce you ? Must be the "blue eyes" effect, or whatelse ? For sure this is a beautiful couple.

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  12. Adeline: Why thank you! I'm pretty sure it was the blue eyes that got me. I'm a sucker for blue eyes.

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  13. You are the cutest couple, good luck to you both! I am an American girl thinking of going to France since I am part French and newly single. I can't wait to visit Paris.

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  14. Tammy: Thank you! I encourage you to take the plunge and live in France. I'm so happy I did.

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