Recap: End of 2013, part I

  I've been long gone since the end of November, I know. But if the previous post "OHM: One Hot Mess" is any indicator, the ride hasn't exactly been smooth through the end of 2013.

   To sum things up: Ambroise had me over to his place for tea finally one night in November. I'd posted on his FB wall about possibly going to the theatre together since we'd discussed it.

    This One saw the post. And you know what he did? He proceeded to write: ¨Oh vous êtes mignon tous les deux, dis donc.¨

     Oh look at how cute you are.

     Sarcasm much? Sarcasm yes. Sarcasm so much I wanted to rip him a new one.

    Ambroise brought this up as we sipped camomile tea in his kitchen. We were discussing generalities in American cultural differences as I elaborated. Then he blurted out:

    ¨You know who would be perfect for you?. This One!¨

     Oh sh*t. Awkward pause.

     This One is about as American as any Frenchman can be. He is, in many ways, the yin to my yang. I love France the way he loves America. There is something between us that unspeakably understands where the other comes from.

     ¨Well...about that...¨

     Ambroise had forced my hand. I told him the truth: that we had dated but that we weren't anymore. That it had been amazing when we were together, but that I had really started to get attached and that between what This One said about our relationship going to the next level and the lack of time he was willing to give me, I'd confronted him and wasn't willing to settle for less. I didn't want to fall for someone who wouldn't fall for me.

      ¨I'd suspected you two had dated,¨ Ambroise started. ¨The way you two acted at that alumni reception made it clear there was unfinished business between you two.¨

      Ambroise then brought up the FB comment. I said it had, quite frankly, pissed me off. That This One had told me we were finito. That I didn't know what This One wanted from me.

      You cannot refuse to give me your time, tell me I can see other people, tell me we had our shot, then be upset and jealous when I see other people. Especially when you have given me the green light for your friend. 

      ¨I don't think you do, either.¨ Ambroise looked me in the eye. ¨I know what I want.¨ He stepped forward and planted a kiss on me. ¨But you should decide what you want.¨

       I didn't say anything, pulled away. Put on my coat. Went home.