![]() But most of all, I thought it wouldn’t happen to me here. I thought I knew when I was being pulled around. Throwing down my phone, I felt so frustrated, not so much at Pierre, but at the fact that this was just another example to add to my list of irritating guy experiences. And thanks, now I’m supposed to start making calls at 10 p.m.? Not a chance. After ten minutes I replied, “What does that mean? You can’t hang out tonight?” At around 9:30, he replied, “I might later, feel free to plan anything, it sucks, I’m sorry.”įeel free to plan anything? Well, huh, that’s funny because I thought I had. ![]() I waited to see if there would be a second text. Maybe he accidentally pressed send mid-typing. “I got all these friends just for the weekend in Paris and it looks like we will be dining forever-” What? I read it again, feeling like something was left out. At 9 p.m., my iPhone dings, and I leap for it. Another glass of wine, and I empty out my purse to rearrange it and pack essentials for the night out. I pour myself a glass of wine and start priming. Sundown approaches, so I have a snack, figuring maybe this will be a drinks thing instead of dinner. ![]() He asked if I was available Saturday evening to do something, and because it would probably be my only opportunity to see him before I leave for Israel (tomorrow!), I even rearranged my weekend to make it happen. “I would have been in touch earlier, but I have this new job and I was submarining at work.” Submarining! I instantly saw his language faux-pas-the word for “overwhelmed” is “submergé.” Submarining at work. Finally, on Thursday I got an email from him that was actually pretty appealing and fairly endearing. But when I didn’t hear anything, I figured I was just out of luck, the rule being: If he likes you, he’ll call (or email, text, whatever). ![]() I was pretty sure he’d follow through anyhow when we’d established that I’d be free over the weekend (that would be last weekend, not yesterday). Which is why I waited for Pierre to initiate plans after our date last week. Technically, no, I didn’t go somewhere and wait around for no one to show up, but what happened Friday night was just as disappointing.ĭespite everyone telling me “there are no rules” in France, I’m not dumb-I know there are rules. (Don’t ask me what rabbits have to do with it.) That is to say that Pierre m’a posé un lapin, which is the expression for getting stood up. ![]()
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