I finished up hellacious nanny duty in Fontainebleau on Sunday the 6th, which also happened to be the evening of the arrival of my FWB. For two whole weeks. LIKE HOLY COW this is better than Christmas! This is like the best present ever. I feel like a little kid! He's staying with me in Paris, which makes me happy because I get company for dinner (I enjoy feeding him, let's not lie, I like cooking, he likes pairing with wine, it works for us) and cuddling. In a way it makes me feel like we're an old married couple, but I don't mind.
(On a side note, I am beginning to feel like one of those air headed chicks who just gushes about a dude nonstop. But I digress. This one is worth the gushing.)
He started up his last series of seminars before he finishes his Master on Monday morning, which was also when he turned in his thesis, which he'll defend this weekend....he did a synthesis of market studies of Rhône valley wines in the USA. Crossing my fingers for him.
In the meanwhile, he is still job hunting in the States and I'm using every network I can to help him. Speaking of which, if any of you in my readership have connections in the wine industry in the states, particularly in sales and imports, please feel VERY INCLINED to message me.
On Sunday night he sat behind me with his arms around my waist as I read his thesis and jokingly told him about how my mom had asked me if I was ready to come home yet.
¨Well...are you?,¨ he asked.
¨That depends on the circumstances,¨ I replied. Are we beating around the same bush here?
¨ I see.¨ He planted kisses on my forehead and neck and cheeks. I am beyond spoiled to death by his cuddling. I get cuddling most women dream about. I get completely grizzly bear encased as I fall asleep with his head in the crook of my shoulder and kisses on my nape under my hair, arm around my waist to pull me close. I get told to put my head on his shoulder! I have come to realize just how protective he is; I was standing on a stool to turn off a light in my studio or scampering up and down the stairs to the mezzanined bed and he would freak out for a second and tell me not to fall and get ready to catch me in case I did. I laughed it off and told him these are things I do all the time, all alone, by myself, and that I've never fallen. It still doesn't stop him from telling me to be careful.
All I know for now is this: nothing has ever felt more real or more right. Am I going to risk the possibility of having my heart broken? Yes. Am I sure this will amount to anything? Right now, no. Would I like it to? Yes. Will fate cooperate to an extent? I'm not sure. All I can go off right now is my gut and my gut is screaming its head off, as if there were a five alarm fire in my heart.
We went to dinner last night with the majority of his Masters promotion, so I got to meet a lot of the people he spent 11 months escapading around the globe with. It was loads of fun and we had amazing food at this restaurant in the 8th called Pascade. Obviously, there was lots of wine, and I learned a tonnnnn about wine and proper wine glasses and the art of tasting. But what I loved most was our walk home from near the Place Vendôme to my studio in the 7th. We passed the Louvre and saw all the holiday lights still up and alternately held hands and walked with our arms around one another.
Je suis la tienne.
Not half bad for a young man who disappeared for a year and then freaked out in November about dating me....
On verra.
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