Friday, September 12, 2008

Frenchy

I met Frenchy over the summer one evening while riding the C train to the Upper West side to go to my friend Juan’s apt. I noticed this really cute guy in the same subway car as me and we locked eyes a couple of times. Once I arrived at my stop, I got off and proceeded to walk to Juan’s apt. As I approached the corner, I heard someone behind me trying to capture my attention. So I turned and it was the subway cutie. We apparently got off at the same stop. He started to speak to me and I immediately realized that he spoke NO ENGLISH. He literally said “ you, me number” LOL. It was cute and I was instantly attracted to him. So I gave him my number even though we never really spoke on the phone and I cant remember how we made our plans to hang out since he literally knew 12 words of English and I knew just the same amount of French. Anyway, we hung out a handful of times and had some borderline amazing love sessions. I don’t know, but there’s just something so sexy about being with a man who doesn’t speak the same language as you. When we spoke, we had to hand the French to English dictionary back and forth to each other. It was hilarious to watch I’m sure but was pretty educational for me. I don’t remember much of what he taught me other than “mignon” means cute in French. After a couple of weeks of this summer romance, he decided that he wanted me to move to Paris to be with him and bear 10 of his babies. I’m not even halfway joking and neither was he. I tried my best to explain to him that he was ridiculous and sometimes I wonder if he is still waiting me to arrive in France.

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