Olivier and Marco – and so travels to Europe
After four years my relationship with my boyfriend broke up with Ewan, I dragged my sorry butt around to feel sorry for myself for months. I remember thinking that I would never find another man to notice me the way Ewan did. I would never fall in love again I was depressed and hid in their homes.
My older sister came over one day, I smiled and said: "I know that may seem useless now, is probably heartbroken and devastated, but there will be others. You'll see "
I could not believe she could say something so ridiculous it was love Ewan of my life!
I did however discover the computer and started chatting online with men around the world. I "met" Marco in Italy, Jean-Paul France, Ireland and Shaun Glen in the United Kingdom. Even flirted with a man in Australia! I enjoyed flirting with all these people online and wrote back and forth with all of them regularly. At one point it was my only excitement of the day and I ran home to check my emails.
Among all men who met online had a young man who was very persistent, rarely gave him the time of day as I was 24 and she was only 19 old, but when I was bored, he was always available for a chat.
Curiously, it had been one of the guys I talked to more mature. He had a good perception listened attentively and really shared a lot of intimate details with one another. I remember being surprised to learn that he was still a virgin! He was a U.S. Air Force, which seemed interesting but again, he was only 19 years old and lives in North Dakota as a part of it declared incredibly boring. The time came when they decided enough was enough and was done with my hidden. It's time for adventure again. Aside from my 19 year old chat friends I did not tell anyone, not even my mother that I had made a decision and he would travel to Europe!
Within a week, I started researching flights and travel packages. I hooked up with Sherry, a girl from work he had recently broken up with her boyfriend and decided to travel together.
About a week before leave, I surprised everyone with the news of my impromptu trip to Europe and eventually even told all the men who had been talking to the soon to be in own country! I had a knot in my stomach the whole flight in the UK and wondered what it would be like to meet these "strange" men. Would different from all Canadian men had left??
I quickly learned while in London that nope, not so different to everyone. Glen Both London and Dublin Shaun I was going to meet in London on different days and of course, not one of them showed up! Cowards. They proved to be all about! I left G Maritain reat G reat B isappointment D in relation to men. I was disappointed, even after to enter into a discussion with Sherry in London Square. I fought with her for not wanting to go out and visit the local pubs or any of the dance clubs. He was so boring. I did however get to enjoy every delicious British I have to look open-mouthed during his visit to all the "tourist" places. I came to visit Buckingham Palace, the Tower of London, Big Ben, Westminster Abbey and left with tons of cheese memories and photos. I even spent some time in a Fish n 'chips place flirting with local wildlife for a couple of hours. Thus at the end of London was not a total loss and damn it, how I loved that sexy British accent.
In France with Jean-Paul meet, where I was sure to be captured by the charm and romance of Paris! Jerez was not really interested to know the locals and got very sick on the way to France. I was tired when I arrived and I remember going by bus to the hotel. It was raining, Sherry and I did not speak and my heart ached to be in Paris with my ex boyfriend Ewan. Still feeling a little cheated by men, I realized I was traveling along the river Seine, or even realize that the beautiful architecture until I saw "it." It was raining and I do not understand looking out the bus window when she saw him. Several buildings, covers and saw only the tip of the at first, but then I saw him a little longer and a little more until finally, around the corner and there it was in all its splendor.
I was speechless. Nothing could have prepared me for the magnificent structure that was … Eiffel Tower. I felt a lump in the throat, eyes and nose a little burned and I cried a little. Yes I cried. All my life have I seen the Eiffel Tower in the movies and pictures and here I was looking in real life. All the anguish and pain that had happened in my children had almost convinced me that I never get to see the true beauty such. Almost as if it had never been worthy enough to experience something I had only read or dreamed. Only "normal" people have to travel and see these things, not me! At that moment, I forgot old Glen and Shaun had not been submitted in London and I cried quietly in the back of the bus by myself. I did not know at the moment but I just started a new chapter in my book of life and discoveries around men.
So, I met my online French, Jean-Paul in Paris and his girlfriend, that's his girlfriend. Oh, and his friend brought him to throw my way. I was pissed at first, but as the night went on, I really got to know the friend who had brought Jean-Paul and I started thinking the things would be quite good, actually. His name was Olivier and was incredibly nice. Jean-Paul and I left his girlfriend and spent the rest of my time in France, and places of Olivier interest. He took my hand and spoke to me in this incredibly romantic French accent. I had the time of my life.
I saw the Louvre, Arc Triomphe and the Moulin Rouge and finally came the day that Olivier took my hand and led me the Eiffel Tower. The elevator was rickety and scary and I clung to it forcefully because he was "scared." No, not really, but it worked like a charm. We alllll way to top and adrenaline running through me. Here I was in a place that had only dreamed of, one of the most romantic places in the world and I was with a European man. My heart beat force. I was amazed how Paris could see from up here.
While we were there together in silence, suddenly took me by Olivier shoulders and gently turned me around so I could study their eyes.
His French accent is killing me ", the ice bewtifool jur sewing," he said to me like the wind blowing through my hair.
My God, I could not believe this was real. I closed my eyes so he could give me a kiss and all I felt the wind was blowing again before he gave me a gentle kiss, just on the forehead.
A kiss on the forehead?!?! What the hell was that? I expecting something hot and heavy! He looked at me blankly. He just smiled again, I turned to look out from the tower and wrapped his arms around around me. I was a bit confused but shrugged it off and just enjoyed it.
That night we went to a ballroom dance and after night, took me back to my hotel and continued and explained how he had "strong feelings for me, but I will not fall in love with a stranger never see again. So he hugged me and kissed on the cheek. Hmph. "What a rip-off" I said to myself.
In my last day in France, which were very "Huggy" to each other and took me to lunch. Oliver told him how much he had appreciated his company, how I could not wait to visit me in Canada in a day and went without all the feelings your lips on mine French.
On the train in Italy, however, I smiled at my little romantic interlude with the beauty of Paris and all I could hear in my head, "the ice bewtifool jur sew."
Italy came and went, but not without experiencing the Sistine Chapel, Vatican City, the Colosseum, the Catacombs, the Spanish Steps and of course the delicious Italian food, wine and men!
As soon as I got off the train in Rome, I saw the most beautiful man I had ever seen in my entire life. He was drop dead gorgeous and men not only kept getting better and better. To this day I do not know if I've ever seen "magnificence" again! I refer to men perfection.
I remember meeting with Marco in Rome. It was SO Italian! He met Sherry and me for a little sight seeing, but complained of being tired and wanted to return to the hotel room. By this time I really got mad at her, but I realized that Sherry was not in the same trip as me She was not there for the same reasons that I was on a new path of discovery and I was not going to let my traveling companion incompatible in the way of that trip. After being in a relationship Ewan four years, I was willing to let go and really a good time. So I dropped out of Jerez in the hotel and went with Marco to enjoy Italy. I spent all my Marco enjoying time with Italy, who was from Naples and showed me what the locals did and how different it is in fact the Italian culture of ours. Was so fun. On my last night in Rome, Marco me out for a night of celebration!
We spent the night drinking wine and dancing all night. He took me to a fabulous Italian restaurant. We laughed and flirted like crazy, was a singer and had the most incredible voice. CD surprised me with a signed and that looked good on the cover! I loved listening to his Italian accent, but for now I could not even recognize my own voice. I had met and shared rooms with other people speaking English in my travel, but all were Americans and Australians and I had begun to speak like them. I had been in England, the longest, spent so much time with Olivier Paris and now trying to make my way in Italy, my once "from Canada, eh" accent was a bit confusing French / Italian / Aussie / New Yorker kind of pap.
I continued to dance in itself, no matter what you hear or it seemed. I was flying back to Canada the next morning at 9 but do not give a shit This was my last night of Europe, so far from partying with Marco until about 3am!
At the time she left the dance club, had begun to drizzle. It was still incredibly hot outside as the rain was really refreshing, but Marco and were not dressed for rain, and I remember being caught hand and we ran down the cobbled streets of his car. Just before his car stopped quickly, I squeezed into a building and kissed me. I closed my eyes and let this unknown Italian kiss me and I feel everywhere. He kissed me and kissed me and I just let the rain fall on us. I did not give a rat's ass more and it was not like I was going to sleep with him or ever see him again. I do not know how long that kiss lasted before we had returned from his hand and running in the rain again. Again, I was in a movie, romance, running through the streets of Rome with a sexy Italian man after a night of wining and dining room and did not seem real.
That night, after doing in his car, he dropped me off at my hotel but not before asking me to spend the night with him. We had not even gotten to know only each other, do you really think I was going to sleep with him?? Well, of course! Why not? I had given all indications that I would do it. Although over my mind I knew that I would not sleep with Marco, I realized that none of my actions show it and left a sad and lonely without your piece Italian of Canadian ass. Anyway, for the record, I have not received my piece of ass Italian either!
LESSON LEARNED: Human beings are resistant and, although after a broken heart can never feel love again, the truth is you want. You. It is important however, that does things on his own once again to discover what you love. After a long term relationship ends, exit and re-learn what makes your heart sing. Feeling comfortable in your own skin and learn to love unconditionally because despite different cultures and customs, men really are the same worldwide. I learned that attracted men and how I was treated was determined largely by the way I was trying at that time. I also learned to be careful what you say my actions were a man. Are you allowing you got when you really want to rip your clothes? If you give all the signals you want to sleep with him when in fact you do not? The Men do not get clues. Ask for what you want. As for them, men are action-oriented and if you really want to know what a man is saying, look at their actions. His words may tell you he loves you or he will promise the world but when it comes to the "Nitty Gritty" believe their actions will not necessarily his words and that is true, over continents, sorry guys, you've been exposed!
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