The sexy French man who caught my eye

Ok, so we've continued with the way things were going, but a few weeks ago it started to hurt and I got really depressed.
He saw that I was bummin, but I could see in his eyes that he wasn't sure if it was because of him.

There's this young woman who works in another department, who has been feeding me information about him since I first started.
She knows him and use to go out with one of the guys who works with him in the metal shop.
She still talks with her ex and I suppose they tell eachother stuff.

Anyway, she was finished with her work early last Tuesday, so her boss sent her over to work with us.
My boss has her work next to me, so we get to talking and she tells me that Frenchy just bought a house with his girlfriend.
Needless to say, I was hurt because that meant he was just playing with my head, not to mention my heart.
I instantly felt sick to my stomache and told my boss I needed to go home.
I started crying before I even reached my car and cried for some time after I got home. Then I got mad and then I finally decided I needed to pick myself up and throw myself into my work.

I go into work Wednesday night looking all happy and I did what I set out to do. I laughed and joked with everyone and I even stopped sitting at my usual spot at break, where I could see him in the metal shop.
I completely stopped looking at him, except for a quick glance when I knew he wasn't looking, just to see what his reaction would be.

He came in as usual and I saw he was in a decent mood. After a while, when he realized that I was no longer looking and he no longer saw me at my usual spot at break, he began to slow down his walking stride as he went through our department, just in case I may have missed him walking by earlier.
The more the time went by, the slower he walked and when he realized I wasn't budging, he got this depressed look on his face for the rest of the night.
One of the guys I work with told me later in the night that the woman who gave me this information was a liar and couldn't be trusted, so I ended up a bit confused after that.

Thursday night rolls around and again, I played real cool, making sure not to look his way.
The man did everything in his power to get my attention.
I know he wanted to talk to me because he followed me into the halls a few times, which is something he's never done.
The times he followed me, someone else ended up coming along, so he couldn't.
One of the times, he even brought one of the guys he works with, who use to be a wrestler for WWF and I think he brought him along to translate incase I wouldn't understand him.
I was coming out of the ladies room and I was cought off guard to see them there.
He smiles and says hello, but I didn't give him a chance to say anything else. I gave him a quick hello (no smile) and shot out of the like a bat out of hell

I ran away from him all night and now I wish I hadn't because it's driving me nuts not knowing what he wanted to talk to me about.

All I know is he was panicing all night long and was knocking himself out trying to get back my attention, along with following me around.

Should I have let him catch me?

M, I enjoy your passion. Good luck.

Thanks CJ :-D

So, do you think I should have let him catch up with me?

Go with your gut. No fear.

It wasn't fear that made me run, it was anger, I think. It really ticks me off to think he was stringing me along, but now I wonder if that was the case at all.

This guy at work tells me this girl who has been feeding me all this info, is a liar, so I don't know what the hell to think.

Right now, I'm just afraid that he'll think I'm no longer interested in him and just give it up. <sigh>!

But then again, one look at him would get him back

The thing women learn over the years: if a man is interested enough,
he will do everything in his power to meet the woman he desires.

Everything else is a terrible mind game and wishful thinking.

I tend to agree with Calamity Jane.

There's way too much mindgame stuff here. If it were me, I'd talk to him directly, whether it meant studying up on French or bringing a translator. Otherwise I'd just completely forget it.

Sorry, Montana. You'll find a nice guy.

Him understanding me isn't the problem, because I speak enough French to get by and it's getting better all the time.
I know he's worried that I won't understand him, though, because his French is much stronger than the French they speak around here. we are both very nervous around eachother and if he's anywhere as afraid of me as I am of him, I understand completely how he feels.
I'm the one who started it, so I can't blame him for going along with it, so what I have to do is to stop listening to what some people at work are telling me, because one thing I've learned is that there's a lot of bullshit that flies around here.
I know he feels the same way I do and I can't just let him go without giving him a chance.
Just the fact that he's very nervous around me, tells me that there's something there and we are going to find our way to eachother.

Jane, you're right in saying that if he cares, he'll do what it takes to get to me and that's what I see him doing.
He was truly in a panic all night Thursday, doing everything he possibly could to get my attention and he even tried to talk with me, but I ran like the wind.
I was still hurt and angry at that time, so I wasn't ready for him yet, but now I'm good and ready to talk come Tuesday night when I head back to work.

I want him and I know he wants me too, so I'm not giving up just yet.

Soz
I'm not sure if I could call it head games. It's difficult to communicate when all we do is say hello to eachother every day and we just spend the rest of the time watching eachother and I think I'm basing way too much on what people are telling me.
It's something that's very hard to explain, because I've never had an unspoken relationship like this before, but there is a very real relationship between us, even though we're only speaking with our eyes and body language.
I know his moods, as he knows mine. He is so much like me, it blows my mind.
You can even say that he's become my soul mate, because I can almost read his mind.
I know when someone has feelings for me and I can see in his eyes that he's truly feeling the same thing I am.
I have forced him to take action this past week and now he knows that it's now or never, so if he does feel the way I believe he does, we'll be going on our first date next weekend ;-)

Montana, there is so much chemistry involved here, and it has been building up for so long....that if this ever comes off, I'm sure I will be able to hear the bedsprings squeaking from my back garden.

I'll be listening very carefully at the weekend.

Lord,
Yeah, there's some major chemistry going on, but even if we do finally get together, he's still going to have to wait to test out the bed strings with me.
I plan on taking my sweet time before we go there ;-)

I'm so nervous about going back to work tomorrow, because he's had all weekend to figure out how to corner me

How do you know who is telling the truth in any of this, Montana?

Seems like there are a lot of people saying this and that and t'other. Sounds very small town/high schooly with all of the his friend, her friend, told him, told her, told me.

If you're interested in the guy, seriously, and you know he's not with his girlfriend - say something to him. Talk.

Beth, I'm learning the hard way that you can't trust what anyone says around here.
He's not from around here and if he told me something, I'd believe him over anyone else.
My team leader is one of the people who told me he had a girlfriend, but that was about 5 weeks ago.
The other woman who told me he had a girlfriend was the same one who told me he bought a house with her last week.

I can't fathom why they would lie to me, when they know it's a good possiblilty that I will eventually end up talking with him at some point.
All I know is they have to be pretty damn miserable to do something so cruel to another person for no reason at all.

I think he may of had a girlfriend, but I honestly don't think she's in the picture anymore and I'm pretty sure I'm gonna find out the truth this week.
He is desperate to talk to me and I have every intentions of letting him say his peace.

I'll let you know how everything goes, if it ever gets there. <sigh>

Wish me luck with my crazy unspoken relationship

I think Elvis said it best. "A lot less talk and a little more action".

Or even just talk! Talk would be good! :-)

Montana, if it weren't taking up so much of your mental energy I'd be more whatever about it -- but if it's at the point where you're missing work because you're so upset about stuff related to this guy, please, move on it!! Really! He might talk to you, he might not, but I worry about what'll happen to you if you stay in the passive role and just wait... and wait... and wait...

I only missed 4 hours of work and at that time I was a bit burnt out anyway, so it wasn't a big deal.
I have no intentions of waiting much longer and if nothing happens soon, I fully plan on giving it up.
No one will interfere with my job (bread and butter), no matter what, so no need to worry there.
Yes, I am truly stuck on him, but I'm strong enough these days to get myself un-stuck ;-)

I'll be ok, either way, so don't worry.


Time to get ready for work, so I'll report back here tonight if anything happens.

"A lot of people enjoy being dead. But they're not dead, really. They're just backing away from life. They're players, but they think life is a practice game and they'll save themselves for later. So they sit on the bench, and the only championship they'll ever see goes on before them. The clock ticks away the quarters. At any moment they can join in."


Maude jumped up, shouting encouragement. "Go on, guys! Reach out! Take a chance! Get hurt, maybe. But play as well as you can."


Leading a cheer before a packed stadium, she cried, "Go team, go! Give me an 'L.' Give me an 'I.'


"Give me a 'V.' Give me an 'E.' L-I-V-E. LIVE!"


She sat down beside Harold, very ladylike and composed. "Otherwise," she informed him, "you'll have nothing to talk about in the locker room."

Colin Higgins, Harold & Maude


Go for it, girl! Don't let life pass you by. Even if all you get is another story to tell in the locker room, it'll be worth the effort.

Really, we've got to get you in a locker room Snap the Towel Fight.

That'll get you 2 talking!

Believe me, I'd like nothing better than to be in that locker room, refereeing the towel snapping between you and Montana! :wink:

I think there'd be a bit of a queue, Blacksmith old boy.

Blacksmithn,
Thanks for the cheer, but everything came to a bitter end tonight when I decided to ask one of his best friends what was going on.

The truth has already been told that he and his girlfriend just bought a house together and he's been playing me all along.

I hope the house is infested with termites and I'll try to never speak of him again