The Sexpat officially hit quarter life status yesterday. Thank you so much to all of you who sent me kind wishes and thoughts! It was a day like most others, with work and school and all, except that it ended with me in a taxi on my way from my second job to Le China near Bastille. I was running QUITE late because of a conference call I, and the logistics manager for this new job, D, who is my age, had to have with shippers in the states.
I called G7 and hopped into a cab and started chatting with the driver--like I normally do, silent car rides are weird to me, and I enjoy it--and we had such a great convo that by the time we got to Le China he was so sweet and offered me my cab fare as a birthday present. Not a bad way to start the evening!
Little did I know Le China had been booked for a soirée privée when I got there so the hostess sent me away from the main room and down stairs. I tried to sit down at a table. The waiter informed me that it was 18h45 and there would be another soirée privée arriving at 19h30. ARGHH! So I parked myself at the bar and ordered a DELICIOUS drink called a fleur de chine...think litchi, raspberry juice, white grape juice, Malibu coconut rum, lemon, and sugar. So so so good and at happy hour, half price at 6 euro a glass. Damn good. Downed two of them.
Then friends slowly filtered in--R and Miss Tortillas and my canadian friend S that I met through FWB and P (who is a running friend and works with me at second job) and Olives (another running friend I haven't seen in ages!) And last but not least, near 8h30, E-man.
We had a good time with good convo and being downstairs turned out to be great! There was live music and we were all highly entertained and the ambiance was fab. People slowly left until it was just E-man and I. We were hungry but decided to venture up to Montmartre, which I NEVER do.
We ended up restaurant hunting at 11 at night wandering the hilly streets of Montmartre and then when we were resigned to heading back down to Montparnasse because everything was closing, we decided to go up to Sacré Coeur for the hell of it to look at the lights. He legitimately has been in Paris for 15 years and HAD NOT BEEN TO SACRÉ COEUR in nearly ten! And I'd never taken the funiculaire at the bottom to the top, so it was fun and the view was stunning.
Then we wandered to the Place de Tertres and ending up eating at a place called Chez Eugène for the hell of it and called it a night around 00h30 and ended up hitting line 12 at Abbesses to my stop, rue du Bac, and his at Notre-Dame-des-Champs.
When I got home, I finally opened his present: a LOVELY classic Longchamp tote in hunter green. I texted him to let him know I got home safe and that he shouldn't have gotten me anything. His response?
¨You deserve it for putting up with all my crap... :-p ¨
Oh my hahaha.
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On another note, I finally heard from the FWB again. He sent me an e-mail to say Happy Birthday and that he had gotten his glove, which he had lost somewhere in my studio but that I found, in the mail ok. Which is exactly what I asked him in a text on Sunday...le sigh. That said, he surprised me that a) he even remembered my bday and b) that he sent me the PHOTOS of us as I requested for my birthday! and on my birthday! (Good GOD maybe I need to work on my expectations from gentlemen...in retrospect that just sounds SAD i got that excited about a dude remembering my bday...) I now have visual digital records that this whole fairy tale happened.
I wrote him back to update him on my life and ask him about his news, but I'm happy we're on good terms. I'm busy going about my life and I'm definitely back on the horse...I did my mourning. Now I am on to lots of bigger things and seeing what 2013 and 25 has in store for me!
WHO THE HELL KNOWS!?
But then again, I ran across this little piece of wisdom on FB and I couldn't agree more:
¨If a person wants to be a part of your life, they will make an obvious effort to do so.
Think twice before reserving a space in your heart for people who do not make an
effort to stay.¨
And I'm going to make an effort to keep that in my head as the year goes on.
Love to you all and thanks for celebrating with me near and far.
For now, I'm 25, alive, and kicking!
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