Just What's A Girl To Do...With these Frenchies!?

                  Last night I got dinner with some Berkeley friends who were in town. Adorable younglings who were freshmen when I was a senior. I was waiting for them at Odéon at 19h30 when the time passed to 19h40. The air was nippy and I curled closer into my coat and scarf.

                  Then I felt a hand on the back of my hood.

                  A little freaked out and assuming it would be one of my Berkeley freshies, I turned around to see a smiling E half laughing half grinning. We had gotten drinks after my hell day of work with his friends on Saturday night, so it hadn't been that long since I'd seen him.

                  ¨I just got out of a movie and I was thinking of calling you,¨ he chuckled. ¨Funny that I run into you here.¨

                  Funny? Rather freaky if you ask me, but I'll run with it. He then cracked a joke about being a stalker and proposed we grab a quick coffee while I waited for my Berkeley Youngins to show up. It was roughly 19h45 and they were no where to be seen. I chatted with him but said no to coffee, I was afraid I would miss them if I moved and had no way of contacting them. They showed up about five minutes later and we parted ways. He is leaving today to see his family in Bordeaux.

                    What is a girl to do with these Frenchies?

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                     It's second day of second week of work at trial period job with visa. And today, rather conveniently since I am training in the planning department, I knew that hottie half-American half-French soccer playing F would be doing a morning intensive in the office. I planned outfit accordingly. Oh shit, I am a girl. I even whipped out light makeup and the red Dior lipstick so I would feel attractive. It's amazing what a small stupid boost that provides sometimes!

                      I happily walked in the door at 9 am and he was at the water cooler grabbing a drink. I didn't recognize him in his tie at first, but turned to see him in the eyes.

                      And then I happily noted that I managed to turn his head.

                      We'll see where this goes....Just what's a girl to do?

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                      Even more strangely, I am on my lunch break and finally checked my personal e-mail.

                      I just got one.

                     From the FWB.

                    Telling me he just got hired full time IN FRANCE and is therefore not leaving the country.

                   And that he figures I am near the end of my nannying and that he hopes all is well.

                   I told my possible future French colleague in planning here at trial job about this.

                   ¨ He's still thinking about you then,¨ she said matter of factly.

                    Which is rather funny, because I have been missing him like mad this past week, for no stupid reason at all, but with no contact between us. I have truly really been missing him. And thinking about him.

                  And now I don't know what to think about this?

                  Can somebody translate what this means from boy to girl, from French to American, for me?

                 JUST WHAT is a girl to DO with this one? Just what does he want from me? Why does he feel the need to tell me about this job after cutting me off entirely and leaving and breaking my heart in January?

                 Why does he feel the need to tell me this after telling me that in the coming months he wouldn't be able to juggle seeing me and finding a job and with all his projects?

                 Why?

                  I don't know whether I want to cry right now or smile or just laugh at the insanity that is this universe. Or maybe all three of the above.

                  I have my stomach in knots.

                  I don't know what to do or think anymore.

                  Just WHAT DOES a girl DO with these Frenchies? Or in particular, THIS FRENCHIE?