Olivier and Marco – and so I traveled to Europe
After 4 years my relationship with my boyfriend Ewan finished, I dragged my sorry butt around feeling sorry for myself for months. I remember thinking I would never find another man who tells me how Ewan did. I would never love again I was depressed and hid in his house.
My older sister came over one day, I smiled and said: "I know it may seem impossible now, is probably heartbroken and devastated, but there will be others. You will 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 of Italy, Jean-Paul in France, Ireland, Shaun and Glen in the United Kingdom. Even flirting with a guy in Australia! I like to flirt with all these men and wrote back and forth online with them regularly. It reached a point where it was my only excitement of the day and I rushed home to check my email.
Among all men who met on the Internet was a young man who was very persistent, rarely given the time of day when I was 24 and was only 19 years old, but when I was bored, always available for a chat.
The funny thing is that it was actually one of the more mature guys I talked to. There good insight, he listened intently and actually share a lot of intimate details with one another. I remember being surprised to hear that yet was a virgin! He was an American Air Force, which I found interesting, but again, was just 19 and living in North Dakota so I thought that part of it very boring. The time came when he decided that was enough and that it has done to my hiding. It was time for adventure again. Apart from my 19 year old chat buddy, do not tell anyone, not even my mother that I had made up their minds and would travel to Europe!
Within a week, I started researching flights and travel packages. I got in touch with Sherry, a girl from work who had also recently broken up with her boyfriend and decided travel together.
About a week before leaving, I surprised everyone with the news of my trip to Europe and even improvised finally told all the men who had been talking to the soon to be there own country! I had a knot in the stomach during the whole flight in the UK and wondered what it would be like to meet these "strange" men. Would be very different from all the men who had left Canada?
I quickly learned while in London, which were not very different at all. Both London and Dublin Glen Shaun I was going to meet in London on different days, of course, none of them showed up! Cowards. That proved to be all about! G reat B Maritain left with G reat D isappointment in relation to men. I was also disappointed after going into a big fight with the sherry in the London Square. I fought with her for not wanting to go out and visit local pubs or any of the dance clubs. I was so bored. I did however get to enjoy all the delicious British came to gawk at during your visit to all the "touristy" places. I have to visit Buckingham Palace, the Tower of London, Big Ben, Westminster Abbey and went with a bunch of cheesy souvenirs and photos. Even spent time instead of a fish n 'chips to flirt with the local wildlife for a couple of hours. So at the end of London was not a loss total and damn, how I loved that sexy British accent.
A side of France to meet Jean-Paul, where I was sure to be captured by the charm and romance Paris! Sherry was not really interested to know the locals and was very sick on the way to France. I was tired when I arrived and I remember riding in a bus to the hotel. It was raining, Sherry and I were talking and not my heart ache to be in Paris with my ex boyfriend Ewan. Still feeling a little disappointed by men, I realized I was traveling along the river Sienne, I did not even realize the beautiful architecture, until I saw "it." It was raining and I was blankly staring out the bus window when he saw it. Several buildings covered it and saw just the tip of it at first, but then I saw a little more and a little more until finally turning a corner and there it was in all its glory.
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 I had seen the Eiffel Tower film and photos and I was looking in real life. All the anguish and pain that had happened in my childhood, I was almost convinced that never see the true such beauty. 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 things, not me! At that moment, I forgot the old Glen and Shaun had not been presented in London and silently cried in the back of the bus on my own. I do not know it at the moment, but I just started a new chapter in my book of life and discoveries about men.
Therefore, I found line with my French, Jean-Paul in Paris and his girlfriend, that's his girlfriend. Oh, and his friend brought him to throw in my way. I was upset at first, but as the night went on, I really got to know his friend Jean-Paul had brought and began to think things would be quite well done. His name was Oliver and he was very cute. Jean-Paul and I left his girlfriend and spent the rest of my time in France, see the sights in Olivier. He took my hand and told me that very romantic French accent. I had the time of my life.
I saw the Louvre, Arc de Triomphe and the Moulin Rouge and finally the day came that Olivier took me by the hand and led me to the Tower Eiffel. The elevator was rickety and fear, and clung to him tightly because it was so "scared." No, not really, but it worked like a charm. We alllll the way at the top and the adrenaline rushing through me. Here was a place I had only dreamed of, one of the most romantic places the world, and I was with a European man. My heart was pounding. I was amazed at the amount of Paris, I could see from here.
While we were there together in silence, Olivier suddenly grabbed me by the shoulders and gently turned me around so I could look in his eyes.
His French accent I killed, "are sewn bewtifool jur ice," he told me as the wind blowing through my hair.
My God, I could not believe this was real. I closed my eyes so he could kiss me and all I felt was the wind that blows again before he kissed me soft and low on the forehead.
A kiss forehead?! What the hell is that? I was expecting something hot and heavy! I stared at him. He just smiled again, I turned to look out from the tower and wrapped his arms around me. I was a little confused, but shrugged it off and just enjoyed it.
That night we went to a club dance and after dancing all night, took me back to my hotel and went in and explained that he had "strong" feelings for me, but do not want fall in love with a stranger she would never see. So he hugged me and kissed on the cheek. Hmph. "What a scam," I thought to myself.
On my last day in France, which were very "huggy" with each other and took me to lunch. Oliver told how much had appreciated his company, how could not wait to visit me in Canada in one day and went without all the feelings your lips on mine French.
On the train to Italy though, I smiled at my little romantic interlude with the beauty of Paris and it was all I could hear in my head, " jur bewtifool ice sew. "
Italy came and went, but not without experiencing the Sistine Chapel, Vatican City, the Colosseum, the Catacombs, the Spanish Steps and of course, delicious Italian food, wine and men!
As soon as he got off the train in Rome, I saw the most beautiful man ever had seen in my life. He was drop dead gorgeous and the men kept getting better and better. To this day I do not know if I've ever seen "magnificence" again! I'm talking about male perfection.
I remember meeting with Marco in Rome. I was so Italian! He met Sherry and I a little sight seeing, but complained of being tired and wanted to return to the hotel room. By this time I was very angry with her, but I realized that Sherry was not on the same trip I 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 inconsistent in the way of that trip. After being in a four-year relationship with Ewan, I was willing to let go and really have some fun. It fell out of Jerez in the hotel and I I went with Marco to enjoy Italy. I spent all my time to enjoy Italy Marco, who was from Naples and showed me what people did and how different the culture is actually Italian ours. I had fun. On my last night in Rome, Marco took me to a night of celebration!
We spent the night drinking wine and dance the 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 looked good on the cover! I loved hearing his Italian accent, but for now I could not even recognize my own accent. I had met and shared rooms with other people who speak English in my travels, but all were Americans and Australians and I had started talking like them. I had been in England, the most long, spent so much time with Olivier in Paris and now trying to make my way in Italy, my once "from Canada, eh" confusing accent was French / Italian / Aussie / New Yorker kind of porridge.
I followed the dance itself, no matter how it sounded and looked. I was flying back to Canada the next morning at 9 am but do not give a shit, this was my last night in Europe, so far with Marco party until 3am!
At the time he left the club dance, which had begun to rain slightly. It was still very hot out so the rain was really refreshing, but Marco and were not dressed for rain, so remember I took her hand and ran down the cobblestone streets of his car. Just before reaching your car quickly stopped, I squeezed into a building and kissed me. I closed my eyes and let this strange Italian kiss me and I feel everywhere. He kissed me and kissed me and I let the rain fall upon us. I did not give a rat's ass more and it was not that I would sleep with him or ever see him again. I do not know how long that kiss before they hand it back and running in the rain again. Once again, I was in a movie, romance, running through the streets of Rome with a sexy Italian man after a evening receptions and did not seem real.
That night, after having done in his car, he dropped me off at my hotel but not before asking me to spend the night with him. We had only just getting to know each other, do you really think that he would sleep with him? Well, of course! Why not? I had given all indications that I was a. Although over my mind I knew that I would not sleep with Marco, I realized that none of my actions show that no longer an Italian sad, lonely without getting your piece of ass in Canada. But hey, for the record, I had my Italian piece of ass either!
LESSON Learned: Human beings are resilient and even after a broken heart can feel like you never love again, the truth is you want. Will. It is important, But 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. Being comfortable in your own skin and learn to love unconditionally because despite different cultures and customs, men really are the same worldwide. I've learned I'm attracted to men and how I was treated was determined largely by the way I was trying at that time. I also learned to beware of what my actions were saying to one man. Are you letting him away, when in reality you want to rip your clothes? He is giving every sign that he wants to sleep with him when actually do not? Men have no 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, watch their actions. His words can say what they want or they may promise the world but when it comes to the "Nitty Gritty" believe their actions not necessarily their words and that is true, over continents, sorry guys, you've been exposed!
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