This is What Happens When you Erase your Blackberry

               A few weeks ago, when I was trying to clean the memory in my blackberry, I accidentally erased the whole damn thing. Blame it on my misunderstanding of French technology terms, it happens every once in a while. I quickly recuperated what was essential and the rest, many numbers of which I didn't need, people I no longer kept in touch with, I let slide.

               Last night I was in the kitchen making dinner for the girls at about 8 pm when I received the following text message from a number not in my phone:

                ¨ Je suis rue du bac ce soir si tu veux qu'on se voit.¨

                Translation: I'm near the rue du bac tonight if you want us to see one another. 

                Oh I know who you are.

                I played dumb:

               ¨Excuse me, who is this? I accidentally erased all the numbers in my phone and don't know who this is!¨

              ¨Monsieur Lawyer.¨¨
   
              ¨I'm working in Fontainebleau, I'm not available, sorry.¨

             ¨Ah yes, of course. Good luck then!¨

             ¨Merci.¨

             ¨Let me know if you want us to see one another.¨

             BECAUSE THE FACT THAT I HAVEN'T RESPONDED TO YOU SINCE DECEMBER, THE FACT THAT I HAVEN'T MADE ANY MOVE TO TRY AND SEE YOU, AND THE FACT THAT I HAVE FLAT OUT ASKED YOU WHAT THE HELL YOU WANT FROM ME AND YOU CAN'T RESPOND, AND THE FACT THAT I HAVE OPENLY MOCKED YOUR SINCERITY ISN'T ENOUGH OF A HINT BUDDY!?

            GOOD LORD.

            It took everything I had not to chew him out via text message!

            The JACKASS.

           My response:  ¨D'accord.¨ Ok.

           And I will keep my class and hold it at that and not try and see him and see if he takes the mother effing hint. If he doesn't, I will then proceed to chew him out.

           Like seriously, HOLY MOTHER OF SWEET BABY JESUS, sometimes these Frenchmen are as oblivious as BRICK WALLS. And this one is working on a PhD in INTERNATIONAL LAW. That doesn't give me much hope for the rest of the species!

            Good lord, what a tool.

           I deserve better than some stupid numbskull who just wants to see me IF and WHEN it works for him and makes no f*cking effort to try and get to know me or what I like and what moves me and ACTUALLY APPRECIATE ME AS A PERSON.

           GARRGGG.

           I'm in a rant mood.

           Bring it universe because if there is any one else you want to throw at me, I'm ready to box here. Get me my gloves and we'll rumble. Throw it at me as hard as you can.

            Je suis, d'après tout, une battante.