summer fling
This is a story of my first kiss, my first romantic encounter, my first getting into the first base, and unfortunately it did not end as romantic as any romantic stories would be.
On summer 2017, i did an internship at a 5 star hotel in a little village in the south of France. This village was so small that most of the people who lives there were people who works in the hotel or a restaurant near by. I lived in a house with 8 other apprentice, interns and an employee.
It was cool, at night after working, we always gather on our porch and had some beers, smoke some joint and just chill. Three weeks into my time working there, there were people, who are employees who lives in another house that came by to our porch to chill. One of them was this one guy, blond, blue eyes, he has this dad body kind of type and he was slightly older than us (since most of us were interns we were around 18 to 23 years old). That night, when we were just chilling, he ask me a lots of questions which sort of bothering me since he kept looking at me as if he really wanted to talk to me. i did not think of anything then, even after they were all gone, my friend said that he was totally flirting with me and i was like.. pfftt of course not what are you talking about?
For about one month i didn't even bother to know this guy's name and even if i knew it, i totaly forgotten who he was. But everytime we met, he was so eager to greet me. Most of the time, i would totally ignore him and pretend not to hear him when he called my name, but he was damn persistent. He would call my name until it gets to the point where it would be plain awkward if i did not respond.
One time, i was meeting a girl who was working as an intern in another hotel nearby in a little cafe just next to the hotel i worked at. He passed by because he usually worked around the reception of the hotel which is situated next to the cafe, i pretended to not acknowledge his presence. He called me multiple times that as i said, it would be awkward if i did not respond to him calling. it was just plain annoying because i was talking with my friend and he was all eager to talk to me.
I should tell you, this dude is damn persistent that it gets annoying. every single time he saw me, even from the far, he would go up to me just to say hi. One time, since he was the voiturist, he was supposed to park the client's car and he would actually stopped the car in the middle of the street, walk out of the car and greet me. But still, i was too oblivious that i was only thinking that he might had a crush on me, but all i can thought of was that what he did was annoying.
After two months of working in the kitchen, i had to switch and work in the restaurant as the server because it was part of my program. Since i was working outside of the kitchen, I met him more often. He was the bagagiste and the voiturier of the hotel but since it was a small hotel, he also helps up with the other little tasks like taking back the room service or sweeping of the front porch.
The rooms in my hotel was weird, it used to be a real castle and they made it into a hotel, so there were a couple of buildings which is the hotel room. One time i was supposed to deliver a room service, half way through my way, i just realised i didn't know where the room was so i had to go back and asked the other employees, then go back again to the room, only to find out i had to have an access card to get into the building and us interns don't get one. I didn't want to go back to the restaurant which is quite a walk through the crooked pathways with a huge heavy tray of room service so i decided to wait, then he passed by, i asked him to open the door for me since i knew he had an access card but then i said nevermind because i don't want to bother him in the middle of his job (he was bringing something to the client's room i don't remember what). Then he actually put down everything that he had to deliver, open the door for me, i thought that was it, but then he actually helps me knocks on the room door, and waited until i was done delivering the room service.
Two weeks before i had to go back to Strasbourg, one of my friend ask us to a night out at Avignon, a city an hour from the place where i worked. We were going to go to a club there. My friend who's from the same school with me had been saying from the beginning of the internship that we had to go to a club at least once before we went back, and it rest us two weeks so of course she was eager to go. But i had to work at 9 am the next day and there's absolutely no way i can go to a club, went back at 4 or 5 in the morning, and went to work at 9 so i said i didn't want to go. She was forcing me to go and of course as someone who have a FOMO (fear of missing out), i was super intrigue to go. She even told me she would take my morning shift because she used to do it anyway (not sleeping and going to work the next day). I said i would think about it in the shower, i get to the shower and thought about it and decided not to go, i get out of the shower and was set of not going, but she kept telling me to go (and i actually really want to go), and out of my clear mind, i just somehow get dress and put my make up on while saying that i'm not going, i had to go to work tomorrow. So i said to her, i'll come with you to the house where we're meeting and just going to drink a beer or something and go back home. And of course, once i was there, there was no going out so i get into the car and went to Avignon with my friends.
We were 6 to go to the club, honestly I thought that there would be more people. When we were there, a friend of ours bought a bottle for us to share. I had a beer on my hand and so my friend and i decided to chug the beer which was still at least 3/4 full. I had another drink and we went to the dance floor.
It has been 3 months since I went to a club, and i was stressed out from all the work so i went crazy. I danced with all my friends like a total slut. Then around 2am, he came. i wasn't expecting him to be there. He bought me a drink i said thank you and danced with him, just like i danced with all my friends. He then brought me another drink and i was like damn free drinks! yesss! and then i knew i was drunk enough and i had to work tomorrow so when he brought me the third drink, i refused. I danced practically non stop, mostly with him. At one point he told me i was his favourite person in the hotel and i just laugh, he asked me is he my favourite person in the hotel? i said no, he said then who is? i said no one and left him to dance with another guy friend of mine. And a creepy guy wanted to dance with me, which i welcome for a minute until he grabbed and squeeze my boob and then i went back to dance with him. and then he asked me "do you want a kiss?" i was like wtf nope and then left him to dance with someone else, then somehow i came back to dance with him again.
We went back at 5 am, the next day i was later for an hour and a half for work and somehow once i came everybody knew i was from a club with everybody else. walk of shame.
The day after that, it was my holiday, i went to my friend's place at Marseille and when I got back, in front of the hotel, i met a guy friend of mine who stayed in the same house as him, he was just from my house. We were talking then he came, and my friend went to him and talked to him but somehow the first thing that came out from his mouth was "is he your boyfriend?" I said no of course not he's my friend. he then said "i'm your boyfriend then?" i just laugh and said "your talking nonsense, of course not" and then i left him with my friend.
About a week before i got back, we move the after work hanging out to the employees house where all the other employes and him stays there.
I don't remember the first night there, I do remember saying goodbye to my friends, and him and he asked for a "bisous" which is how the french say hello or goodbye instead of shaking hands, we simply touch cheek to cheek. We do bisous 3 times in the south, i always forgot that. He hugged me and kiss my cheek, like instead of doing a bisous like a normal person, he literally kissed my cheek twice and i was asking him "what are you doing?" when he reach for the third time and he said "we do it 3 times right in the south?" and i just left.
So there were these couches, it's a one person couch but we can squeeze in two people. I always love to sit there whenever it's empty i would run to it.There was one night, there were a couple people left and i was sitting in this couch, he asked me whether he can sit with me, i then scooch over to share him a place since the couch next to me was shared between two people. He was definitely hitting on me that night. He offered me drinks, cigarettes, even a coat. i left with my friend early that night, leaving two person with him, a girl and a boy. At the end of the night, he kissed the girl. I don't mind, I don't give a fuck.
The next day the boy told me the story how he kissed the girl and told me not to tell anybody, and at one point he even said "it's too bad you could've been with him, he's handsome right?" to which i replied, "well i wouldn't want to be with someone10 years older than me either".
So about this couch, He somehow knew i like this couch and as far as i can remember, since as the waiter we finished the latest out of everyone, when I came to that house, he would be sitting on that couch, and once i came he would told me to sit next to him on that couch, of course, with loads of people during the beginning of the night i always said no.
the 9th of august 2017, we were talking and he said "do you know what day it is?" to everyone and i remember he said 2 days ago that his birthday is on the 9th, so i said "hey, it's your birthday right?" and he was like "yes it is! i'm proud of you feren". and turns out he invited two of his friend from the reception who normally were not there to celebrate his birthday, that night, i did not sit next to him since he was taking shots of vodka with his friends. there were a couple of times he asked me to sit next to him but i refused. at one moment i was sitting in the couch with my friend, he came and he leaned to me to kiss me and i just pushed him and i said with a smile "go away, you're drunk". it was a long night. my friend went back home before me leaving me alone in the couch and he came by to sit next to me. we drank, smoke a cigarette or two, all comfortable just the two of us, until it was 4am in the morning when his friend told him to take her back to her place since it was him who bring her the first place. he was totally hesitant, and i told him you cannot let her go back to her place on her own since it was super late and her place was about 2km away from where we were. he asked me whether i would wait for him then i said yes. but he still wouldn't get his ass up and somehow this girl know that he didn't want to leave me so she told me i should come with so that he wouldn't have to go back on his own. he asked me "will you come with me?" and i thought what the heck, he offer me his hand and i grab it and somehow we were walking holding hands to my house which we have to pass by to get to his car. we went inside to one of my friend's room just to play a joke to him, the girl stay and told us to just get the car and she'll be waiting infront of the house.
we walked to the parking lot holding hands all 'romantic' like and drive the girl home. once she left, he told me he didn't want to go back to the house yet and i said okay where do you want to go. He took me to the observatoire it was a higher place where we can see the whole city. we reach there, i went to the edge of the observatoire and look at the stars, he grabbed me by the waist and we kissed. my very first kiss. under the stars. a moment ago, after going to the club, it has passed by my mind whether i should give him my first kiss or not, i literally make a google search about how to kiss, specifically how to french kiss, i was so worried about what's the perfect time to use my tongue and all. but when we kissed, i closed my eyes, i opened it for a milisecond and somehow it was the perfect time because i saw him sticking his tongue and my mind was like "yepp, this is the moment". we make out on the observatiore and his hands started to reach to my butt and went to my front part, i told him no and he still touch me and i let him as long as it's still over my clothes until i was scared this would go any further and i told him i want to go back, just because i thought there would still be people in the house. he went inside his car but he went all the way to the back seat and told me this would be a good place to have sex since there's no one. i told him no and i refused to get inside the car until he went back to the driver's seat. we head back, had some mini make out session on the bench on our way back, once we get to the house, there were no one already, he kept saying why wouldn't we had sex and i just said i don't want to, gave him the last kiss, and left.
The next day, we were at the end of the service and somehow out of the blue he came down to the office where we work as the server, i was with a friend of mine and we were doing the dishes (where we have to polish every. freaking. thing) when he came to the office we were like "dude.. what are you doing here?" he was saying things and suggesting we should go to a club or something. Before he left he turns and said "we'll see each other on the house right?" and my friend who thought he was talking to was like yeah sure, and of course i knew the question was meant for me but all i replied was "yeah, maybe, i don't know. we'll see".
I did went to his place that night where we spent hanging out. i was sort of ignoring him but i think he knew it was because there were a lot of people and i didn't want people to know. at the end of the night, there were only 5 people left including me, he was sitting on the couch and he told me to sit with him and i said what the heck scooch a little. he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and i gave him a little kiss. i held his hand the whole night as if there were no one else.
The morning after, things get a little disturbing. a dude who i worked with (he was the plongeur) suddenly said "a little bird told me that feren is hitting a voiturier" i was like wtf who told you that?? he said "god told me" i am pretty sure it was a dude who was there with us at the end of the night. he's actually a quite guy so i was pretty surprised that he would told people. Barbara said "well you guys weren't exactly discreet either last night" and i do agree but still.. the people who left last night was the chick who kissed him, a quite cook who would talk less than me who barely understand what they were saying, and my friend babette who i trust.
At night, as usual i went to his place, wait till everyone get back and there were only 5 people left. me and him, babette and the plongeur, and the quite guy. that night we literally make out every 5 seconds and things are getting pretty hot. he was surely presistent to want to sleep with me. at one point he pulls my hand and guide me to his room, it was dark, i cannot see anything but i said i didn't want to. but the next thing i knew i was on top on him kissing him, then i tried to stand up and he pulls me to the bed and now he's on top of me. i wasn't ready. i didn't want to lose my virginity to him, the guy i barely know. so i left him on his bed and i went out. i sat on one of the chair (since the couch was taken), he sat on the chair next to me and a moment later he told me to sit with him. like literally on the same small freakin chair. i did tho and we had another making out session and he ask me when can we sleep together. oh boy i told you this dude really want to have sex with me. the quite guy went to bed, leaving the couch then we sat on the couch. it was 5 am and we were pretty hungry and babette went to the kitchen to cook something, a moment later the plongeur went to help her, leaving just us two outside. we had another make out session and he took my hand, he put it on his dick and i was like holy fucking shit ?!?! but then the plongeur and babette came "stop making out you lovebirds" and gave us the food. the end of the night i end with a goodbye kiss as we went back. it was the last time i saw him.
somehow the next day, which is the last day of work before i went back to strasbourg, i was eating with my colleagues and this boy was like talking about how if i was with him and everything how we would have great sex (it was a pretty normal jokes around us), he was pretty sexist to be honest. There were out director who was eating with us and he said "don't said that it's impolite... anyway i thought feren is with arnaud" i swear i could feel the food chocking on my neck i was not aware that this news has gone to his ear. out of all.. the freaking director?! not cool.
anyway, the night went pretty suck as he wasn't there, and turns out that doucheface was out at avignon in a club. yeah i can totally imagine him making out at some chick at the club. and that bastard had the nerve to call me and said that he want to have sex with me that night. i was like umm dude you're not even here how the fuck are we gonna fuck?? not that i will anyway.
so yeah, i regret nothing it was a pretty cool experience, i definitely love the fact that i can brag about getting my first kiss under the star. althought it did not turns out good, and the matter in fact i hate the man now (from a couple reasons not just the fact he wasn't there for my last night).
xx
On summer 2017, i did an internship at a 5 star hotel in a little village in the south of France. This village was so small that most of the people who lives there were people who works in the hotel or a restaurant near by. I lived in a house with 8 other apprentice, interns and an employee.
It was cool, at night after working, we always gather on our porch and had some beers, smoke some joint and just chill. Three weeks into my time working there, there were people, who are employees who lives in another house that came by to our porch to chill. One of them was this one guy, blond, blue eyes, he has this dad body kind of type and he was slightly older than us (since most of us were interns we were around 18 to 23 years old). That night, when we were just chilling, he ask me a lots of questions which sort of bothering me since he kept looking at me as if he really wanted to talk to me. i did not think of anything then, even after they were all gone, my friend said that he was totally flirting with me and i was like.. pfftt of course not what are you talking about?
For about one month i didn't even bother to know this guy's name and even if i knew it, i totaly forgotten who he was. But everytime we met, he was so eager to greet me. Most of the time, i would totally ignore him and pretend not to hear him when he called my name, but he was damn persistent. He would call my name until it gets to the point where it would be plain awkward if i did not respond.
One time, i was meeting a girl who was working as an intern in another hotel nearby in a little cafe just next to the hotel i worked at. He passed by because he usually worked around the reception of the hotel which is situated next to the cafe, i pretended to not acknowledge his presence. He called me multiple times that as i said, it would be awkward if i did not respond to him calling. it was just plain annoying because i was talking with my friend and he was all eager to talk to me.
I should tell you, this dude is damn persistent that it gets annoying. every single time he saw me, even from the far, he would go up to me just to say hi. One time, since he was the voiturist, he was supposed to park the client's car and he would actually stopped the car in the middle of the street, walk out of the car and greet me. But still, i was too oblivious that i was only thinking that he might had a crush on me, but all i can thought of was that what he did was annoying.
After two months of working in the kitchen, i had to switch and work in the restaurant as the server because it was part of my program. Since i was working outside of the kitchen, I met him more often. He was the bagagiste and the voiturier of the hotel but since it was a small hotel, he also helps up with the other little tasks like taking back the room service or sweeping of the front porch.
The rooms in my hotel was weird, it used to be a real castle and they made it into a hotel, so there were a couple of buildings which is the hotel room. One time i was supposed to deliver a room service, half way through my way, i just realised i didn't know where the room was so i had to go back and asked the other employees, then go back again to the room, only to find out i had to have an access card to get into the building and us interns don't get one. I didn't want to go back to the restaurant which is quite a walk through the crooked pathways with a huge heavy tray of room service so i decided to wait, then he passed by, i asked him to open the door for me since i knew he had an access card but then i said nevermind because i don't want to bother him in the middle of his job (he was bringing something to the client's room i don't remember what). Then he actually put down everything that he had to deliver, open the door for me, i thought that was it, but then he actually helps me knocks on the room door, and waited until i was done delivering the room service.
Two weeks before i had to go back to Strasbourg, one of my friend ask us to a night out at Avignon, a city an hour from the place where i worked. We were going to go to a club there. My friend who's from the same school with me had been saying from the beginning of the internship that we had to go to a club at least once before we went back, and it rest us two weeks so of course she was eager to go. But i had to work at 9 am the next day and there's absolutely no way i can go to a club, went back at 4 or 5 in the morning, and went to work at 9 so i said i didn't want to go. She was forcing me to go and of course as someone who have a FOMO (fear of missing out), i was super intrigue to go. She even told me she would take my morning shift because she used to do it anyway (not sleeping and going to work the next day). I said i would think about it in the shower, i get to the shower and thought about it and decided not to go, i get out of the shower and was set of not going, but she kept telling me to go (and i actually really want to go), and out of my clear mind, i just somehow get dress and put my make up on while saying that i'm not going, i had to go to work tomorrow. So i said to her, i'll come with you to the house where we're meeting and just going to drink a beer or something and go back home. And of course, once i was there, there was no going out so i get into the car and went to Avignon with my friends.
We were 6 to go to the club, honestly I thought that there would be more people. When we were there, a friend of ours bought a bottle for us to share. I had a beer on my hand and so my friend and i decided to chug the beer which was still at least 3/4 full. I had another drink and we went to the dance floor.
It has been 3 months since I went to a club, and i was stressed out from all the work so i went crazy. I danced with all my friends like a total slut. Then around 2am, he came. i wasn't expecting him to be there. He bought me a drink i said thank you and danced with him, just like i danced with all my friends. He then brought me another drink and i was like damn free drinks! yesss! and then i knew i was drunk enough and i had to work tomorrow so when he brought me the third drink, i refused. I danced practically non stop, mostly with him. At one point he told me i was his favourite person in the hotel and i just laugh, he asked me is he my favourite person in the hotel? i said no, he said then who is? i said no one and left him to dance with another guy friend of mine. And a creepy guy wanted to dance with me, which i welcome for a minute until he grabbed and squeeze my boob and then i went back to dance with him. and then he asked me "do you want a kiss?" i was like wtf nope and then left him to dance with someone else, then somehow i came back to dance with him again.
We went back at 5 am, the next day i was later for an hour and a half for work and somehow once i came everybody knew i was from a club with everybody else. walk of shame.
The day after that, it was my holiday, i went to my friend's place at Marseille and when I got back, in front of the hotel, i met a guy friend of mine who stayed in the same house as him, he was just from my house. We were talking then he came, and my friend went to him and talked to him but somehow the first thing that came out from his mouth was "is he your boyfriend?" I said no of course not he's my friend. he then said "i'm your boyfriend then?" i just laugh and said "your talking nonsense, of course not" and then i left him with my friend.
About a week before i got back, we move the after work hanging out to the employees house where all the other employes and him stays there.
I don't remember the first night there, I do remember saying goodbye to my friends, and him and he asked for a "bisous" which is how the french say hello or goodbye instead of shaking hands, we simply touch cheek to cheek. We do bisous 3 times in the south, i always forgot that. He hugged me and kiss my cheek, like instead of doing a bisous like a normal person, he literally kissed my cheek twice and i was asking him "what are you doing?" when he reach for the third time and he said "we do it 3 times right in the south?" and i just left.
So there were these couches, it's a one person couch but we can squeeze in two people. I always love to sit there whenever it's empty i would run to it.There was one night, there were a couple people left and i was sitting in this couch, he asked me whether he can sit with me, i then scooch over to share him a place since the couch next to me was shared between two people. He was definitely hitting on me that night. He offered me drinks, cigarettes, even a coat. i left with my friend early that night, leaving two person with him, a girl and a boy. At the end of the night, he kissed the girl. I don't mind, I don't give a fuck.
The next day the boy told me the story how he kissed the girl and told me not to tell anybody, and at one point he even said "it's too bad you could've been with him, he's handsome right?" to which i replied, "well i wouldn't want to be with someone10 years older than me either".
So about this couch, He somehow knew i like this couch and as far as i can remember, since as the waiter we finished the latest out of everyone, when I came to that house, he would be sitting on that couch, and once i came he would told me to sit next to him on that couch, of course, with loads of people during the beginning of the night i always said no.
the 9th of august 2017, we were talking and he said "do you know what day it is?" to everyone and i remember he said 2 days ago that his birthday is on the 9th, so i said "hey, it's your birthday right?" and he was like "yes it is! i'm proud of you feren". and turns out he invited two of his friend from the reception who normally were not there to celebrate his birthday, that night, i did not sit next to him since he was taking shots of vodka with his friends. there were a couple of times he asked me to sit next to him but i refused. at one moment i was sitting in the couch with my friend, he came and he leaned to me to kiss me and i just pushed him and i said with a smile "go away, you're drunk". it was a long night. my friend went back home before me leaving me alone in the couch and he came by to sit next to me. we drank, smoke a cigarette or two, all comfortable just the two of us, until it was 4am in the morning when his friend told him to take her back to her place since it was him who bring her the first place. he was totally hesitant, and i told him you cannot let her go back to her place on her own since it was super late and her place was about 2km away from where we were. he asked me whether i would wait for him then i said yes. but he still wouldn't get his ass up and somehow this girl know that he didn't want to leave me so she told me i should come with so that he wouldn't have to go back on his own. he asked me "will you come with me?" and i thought what the heck, he offer me his hand and i grab it and somehow we were walking holding hands to my house which we have to pass by to get to his car. we went inside to one of my friend's room just to play a joke to him, the girl stay and told us to just get the car and she'll be waiting infront of the house.
we walked to the parking lot holding hands all 'romantic' like and drive the girl home. once she left, he told me he didn't want to go back to the house yet and i said okay where do you want to go. He took me to the observatoire it was a higher place where we can see the whole city. we reach there, i went to the edge of the observatoire and look at the stars, he grabbed me by the waist and we kissed. my very first kiss. under the stars. a moment ago, after going to the club, it has passed by my mind whether i should give him my first kiss or not, i literally make a google search about how to kiss, specifically how to french kiss, i was so worried about what's the perfect time to use my tongue and all. but when we kissed, i closed my eyes, i opened it for a milisecond and somehow it was the perfect time because i saw him sticking his tongue and my mind was like "yepp, this is the moment". we make out on the observatiore and his hands started to reach to my butt and went to my front part, i told him no and he still touch me and i let him as long as it's still over my clothes until i was scared this would go any further and i told him i want to go back, just because i thought there would still be people in the house. he went inside his car but he went all the way to the back seat and told me this would be a good place to have sex since there's no one. i told him no and i refused to get inside the car until he went back to the driver's seat. we head back, had some mini make out session on the bench on our way back, once we get to the house, there were no one already, he kept saying why wouldn't we had sex and i just said i don't want to, gave him the last kiss, and left.
The next day, we were at the end of the service and somehow out of the blue he came down to the office where we work as the server, i was with a friend of mine and we were doing the dishes (where we have to polish every. freaking. thing) when he came to the office we were like "dude.. what are you doing here?" he was saying things and suggesting we should go to a club or something. Before he left he turns and said "we'll see each other on the house right?" and my friend who thought he was talking to was like yeah sure, and of course i knew the question was meant for me but all i replied was "yeah, maybe, i don't know. we'll see".
I did went to his place that night where we spent hanging out. i was sort of ignoring him but i think he knew it was because there were a lot of people and i didn't want people to know. at the end of the night, there were only 5 people left including me, he was sitting on the couch and he told me to sit with him and i said what the heck scooch a little. he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and i gave him a little kiss. i held his hand the whole night as if there were no one else.
The morning after, things get a little disturbing. a dude who i worked with (he was the plongeur) suddenly said "a little bird told me that feren is hitting a voiturier" i was like wtf who told you that?? he said "god told me" i am pretty sure it was a dude who was there with us at the end of the night. he's actually a quite guy so i was pretty surprised that he would told people. Barbara said "well you guys weren't exactly discreet either last night" and i do agree but still.. the people who left last night was the chick who kissed him, a quite cook who would talk less than me who barely understand what they were saying, and my friend babette who i trust.
At night, as usual i went to his place, wait till everyone get back and there were only 5 people left. me and him, babette and the plongeur, and the quite guy. that night we literally make out every 5 seconds and things are getting pretty hot. he was surely presistent to want to sleep with me. at one point he pulls my hand and guide me to his room, it was dark, i cannot see anything but i said i didn't want to. but the next thing i knew i was on top on him kissing him, then i tried to stand up and he pulls me to the bed and now he's on top of me. i wasn't ready. i didn't want to lose my virginity to him, the guy i barely know. so i left him on his bed and i went out. i sat on one of the chair (since the couch was taken), he sat on the chair next to me and a moment later he told me to sit with him. like literally on the same small freakin chair. i did tho and we had another making out session and he ask me when can we sleep together. oh boy i told you this dude really want to have sex with me. the quite guy went to bed, leaving the couch then we sat on the couch. it was 5 am and we were pretty hungry and babette went to the kitchen to cook something, a moment later the plongeur went to help her, leaving just us two outside. we had another make out session and he took my hand, he put it on his dick and i was like holy fucking shit ?!?! but then the plongeur and babette came "stop making out you lovebirds" and gave us the food. the end of the night i end with a goodbye kiss as we went back. it was the last time i saw him.
somehow the next day, which is the last day of work before i went back to strasbourg, i was eating with my colleagues and this boy was like talking about how if i was with him and everything how we would have great sex (it was a pretty normal jokes around us), he was pretty sexist to be honest. There were out director who was eating with us and he said "don't said that it's impolite... anyway i thought feren is with arnaud" i swear i could feel the food chocking on my neck i was not aware that this news has gone to his ear. out of all.. the freaking director?! not cool.
anyway, the night went pretty suck as he wasn't there, and turns out that doucheface was out at avignon in a club. yeah i can totally imagine him making out at some chick at the club. and that bastard had the nerve to call me and said that he want to have sex with me that night. i was like umm dude you're not even here how the fuck are we gonna fuck?? not that i will anyway.
so yeah, i regret nothing it was a pretty cool experience, i definitely love the fact that i can brag about getting my first kiss under the star. althought it did not turns out good, and the matter in fact i hate the man now (from a couple reasons not just the fact he wasn't there for my last night).
xx
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