Eva wrote:Whatcha wearin? :wink:
Just work cloths, but I threw on my tightest, nicest fitting jeans with my best work t-shirt
Did the usual hair up in the ponytail, makeup and just a dab of hairspray for the pretty smell.
I pulled up and was really cool. We said our hello's, asked how we were doing.
The rest goes like this (We are both speaking French, since most of you know that he doesn't speak or understand English, so everything is translated into English):
Me: So, is this your new house?
Him: Yes, this is it.
Me: It's nice and you have a nice view of the river.
Him: Yes, it is nice.
Me: Is this your first house.
Him: Yes......well, the first one in Canada.
Me: So, you had a house in France as well?
Him: Yes, I had a two family house there.
Me: I also had a two family house when I lived in the states, which I sold and bought my current house.
Him: Oh yeah?
Me: Yeah, so do you live there alone?
Him: No, I live with "mon ami".
Me: I wanted to tell you that before a week and a half ago, I wasn't sure if you were involved with anyone and if I had known that before, I never would have gone there.
Him: <smiling> Oh ok.
Me: I'm not like that.
Him: <still smiling, says nothing and looks like he doesn't know what to say>
Me: So, I'm not looking at you anymore.
Him: <no more smile> Ok.
Then I chickened out on everything else I planned on saying and we talked about work and the weather the rest of the time
I figure the best thing I can do with him is to let him know that he ain't all that and I'm glad I did.
The worst thing I can do is to let that man know that he broke my heart and it worked wonders.
Now I get to watch him squirm