Time flies fast. So very fast. It’s hard to believe that it has been over a year… and it’s already our second V-day since my Frenchie and I have crossed paths that serendipitous night in Paris.
If you have no idea, the story goes… in a nutshell,that is… it was raining that day, I had to take cover so I went to a shop and he was there… he saw me, I saw him… we smiled… things happened that led us to banter with each other a little bit… then it was time to go… then he stopped me before I left to ask for my number. (If you want to know the long of it click here ~~~> A Flower in (Late) Bloom… how it all started…)
Well, it didn’t quite come down like the first set of gifs but long story short I was stunned. I was out of words. How???
I say, “I don’t have a number.” What???!!! What kind of lie is that? Who doesn’t have a number? Ugh! You’re full of shit! I tell myself.
Then I blurt, “Why?” WTH!!! Where did that come from???!!!
So he goes, “I would like to know you better. That is if nobody will get mad at you.” That’s exactly how he said it. Promise. 🙂 He looked really cute the way he asked. Very courteous and somewhat nervous. Something about him just made me want to give my number unlike the other guys I met during my trip who did ask but seemed a little too sure of themselves.
OK, I already said I had no number. How do I fix this? Then I respond, “I can give you my email address. Is that ok?”
“Yes!!!“, he exclaims. And he struggled to look for a pen.
You can just imagine how I went home that night.
And that’s how this fairy tale started. The rest was history.
Oh, I almost forgot. When I woke up the following day I found out that he emailed me just before midnight. OMG!!!
Now, that was our very romantic beginning… 🙂