July 25, 2013.
2:25pm.
Alright. I haven't been writing for too many days to
actually catch up...sorry. Which means I'm not going to try to give an account
of every event, but rather just write whatever comes to mind and we'll see
where I go. Except with some censoring. Sorry. Because in fact, I'm quite
confident when I start writing about whatever comes to mind the subject will
land pretty quickly on...yeah, yeah, okay, okay, the moment you've all being
waiting for...my little fling / French romance... ;)
Like I said, the censoring begins.
So I'm not going to write much about this. Probably. Maybe. I haven't even said
anything really and I'm pretty sure I already embarrassed myself. Well, lol.
First thing's first, don't worry, I'm not getting caught up in some fantasy of
marrying a French man from here. I'm living by myself in France, I have a
little over one more month, I think he's kinda cute, he thinks I'm cute too,
soooo why not have some fun with a French boy while I'm here??
And that's pretty much the story
of my French romance...with Jean-Ba :)
Hahaha I guess I haven't actually
written that much about each of my coworkers - except about Tibot and Chef
probably I've written a lot. But anyway, I think I did write about thinking it
would be fun to date him for a little while I'm here. Aaaand here I
am...lololol. Anyway I don't really know what we are...it doesn't really
matter. It's not like either one of us wants anything serious. But we spend some
breaks together/hang out between work shifts...etc.
The worst is all the shit everyone
gives us now. Yeah, people suspected/figured out something's going on between
us...for some reason/s I'll leave out. Which means now everyone knows. Which
means the jokes never...ever...stop. Most of the time, like always, I don't
quite understand even though I know they're making fun of me and Jean-Ba.
Sometimes I do understand. Like when we were eating lunch....and it was pig,
and Tibo said, "ahh, tu aimes les cochons, eh?", or "you like
pigs, do you?", then nodded towards Jean-Baptiste. And like today when he
said something about Jean-Baptiste needing to wash his hands because he doesn't
know which orifices he's been touching..... -.- Too much? Yeah I agree. They
like to ask if I'm tired/slept well, with mischievous grins on. And just
generally talk about me being in love with him...or tell me he said he's in
love with me. Or inform me that Jean-Ba likes girls who burp when I said gross
to Tibo for burping loudly. They go on and on. But honestly I just think it's
funny. I asked Jean-Ba - because I couldn't tell what he thought about everyone
knowing we're kind of a thing and joking about it - and he said he doesn't give
a shit. So that's good. I just which I could come up with good comebacks...but
it's hard enough for me to say comebacks in the first place, even harder when I
have to say the comeback in French, and harder still when I don't even
understand the joke or whatever in the first place.. Damn.
Oops, off to Jean-Ba's with
Ollivier to watch a movie and have a beer... :)
And here I thought you were having an elegant discrete little something with Jean-Ba. Oh my goodness, I can't believe there are pigs and orifices mixed up in this already - thank goodness you are taking this so well! And too bad you can't whack them with an answer - you're just going to have to revv up your French. Or maybe you can turn that water spout on them purposely by accident. Or maybe you can let them have their fun and you have yours! Love you, baby - I'm so proud of you and happy for you.
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