Friday, December 09, 2005
|Not having a proper word doesn't seem to be getting in their way.|
The French do not have a good word for date. There's "rendez-vous" which sounds a little clandestine or just overly formal. I've heard "sortie," but I think that person was just grasping at straws. Perhaps it's due to a stronger interest in romance and less in casual flirtation, but this is a word that does not exist in the French language (as it is recognized by the Académie Française -- I wouldn't doubt there is a word for it in argot, or French slang).
Yet, they know how to do it.
I've been talking to this guy online since before I arrived to Paris. Our conversations were infrequent, provoked by what might best be described as bumping into one another in cyberspace. With only six weeks to go, I said to him a few days ago that I sincerely hoped we'd be able to meet before I leave for the States. He responded, "I didn't know you were interested in meeting me." Apparently the fact that I'd placed a "flame" (the meaning of which is self-explanatory) on his profile had escaped his notice for four months. I pointed this out to him and, yes, he had only just noticed it that day, supposedly.
So last night, we had a date. It was an odd date, but well done nonetheless. We were supposed to go out to dinner and possibly see a movie. Instead, we went to his place. When I arrived, fresh fish was in the oven, rice was in the hot pot, and he was cutting up apples for the tart he was making. And then we sat back on his couch and watched four episodes in a row of Absolutely Fabulous. At some point he asked me what I was doing tomorrow (today) and I said nothing, except my dance class at 1.30 and school work. He said, "Great, because I do not want to have to wake up early tomorrow." Well, that was one moment of awkwardness out of the way. After the AbFab, we retired to his bedroom. We didn't have sex. We made out a lot and did other things. And then cuddled into sleep.
This morning we woke up. He served me orange juice and tea and biscuits in bed. We got dressed. And he said, "So we have to see a movie next week. I'll call you on Monday when I get back," (he's going to Lyon for the weekend).
You might say that this is perhaps in line with the idea of romance and not casual dating, but between serving me orange juice and tea and biscuits and getting dressed, he also got onto his computer and checked various online gay date(sex)ing accounts and was even chatting with someone on MSN. If that doesn't casualize the date, I do not know what does.
The French do not have a good word for date. There's "rendez-vous" which sounds a little clandestine or just overly formal. I've heard "sortie," but I think that person was just grasping at straws. Perhaps it's due to a stronger interest in romance and less in casual flirtation, but this is a word that does not exist in the French language (as it is recognized by the Académie Française -- I wouldn't doubt there is a word for it in argot, or French slang).
Yet, they know how to do it.
I've been talking to this guy online since before I arrived to Paris. Our conversations were infrequent, provoked by what might best be described as bumping into one another in cyberspace. With only six weeks to go, I said to him a few days ago that I sincerely hoped we'd be able to meet before I leave for the States. He responded, "I didn't know you were interested in meeting me." Apparently the fact that I'd placed a "flame" (the meaning of which is self-explanatory) on his profile had escaped his notice for four months. I pointed this out to him and, yes, he had only just noticed it that day, supposedly.
So last night, we had a date. It was an odd date, but well done nonetheless. We were supposed to go out to dinner and possibly see a movie. Instead, we went to his place. When I arrived, fresh fish was in the oven, rice was in the hot pot, and he was cutting up apples for the tart he was making. And then we sat back on his couch and watched four episodes in a row of Absolutely Fabulous. At some point he asked me what I was doing tomorrow (today) and I said nothing, except my dance class at 1.30 and school work. He said, "Great, because I do not want to have to wake up early tomorrow." Well, that was one moment of awkwardness out of the way. After the AbFab, we retired to his bedroom. We didn't have sex. We made out a lot and did other things. And then cuddled into sleep.
This morning we woke up. He served me orange juice and tea and biscuits in bed. We got dressed. And he said, "So we have to see a movie next week. I'll call you on Monday when I get back," (he's going to Lyon for the weekend).
You might say that this is perhaps in line with the idea of romance and not casual dating, but between serving me orange juice and tea and biscuits and getting dressed, he also got onto his computer and checked various online gay date(sex)ing accounts and was even chatting with someone on MSN. If that doesn't casualize the date, I do not know what does.
promulgated by SWS2.1 at 06:41.
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1 Comments:
dear jason Im infanately jealous .... you should marry him... and you know see other people on the side as well. Well if it doesnt work out for you guys you can always give hime my number becasue Im in love
-rischa
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