Last year, I met a delectable French girl de Bordeaux. She had a boyfriend, I had a girlfriend, but the attraction was obvious. We roamed the streets of Berlin-- often times hand in hand, enjoyed movies with her large-breasted body curled up against mine like a content cat-- Alas, LMR- the closest we came to F-closing errupted into a conversation about our respective friends. On her last day, we went to the club, got drunk and hooked up-- I woke up in her bed-- but nothing had happened.
Fast forward a year-- we hold sporadic facebook contact. I had sent her an AFC style message (this is before PUA was part of my vocab) explaining that I really did like her and she's a gorgeous girl etc.. No response.
Oh well, it's over. I had accepted it in my head-- all the while dreaming of her CC breasts that sit perched on her 120 pound (55 kg) frame. And the way she kisses suggests a vicious tongue game-- And I love the francophone sex groans-- pleasing to my American ears.
Well, after a few weeks (was it months..) of radio silence, she messages me:
(taken from fb chat)
Brendan I never take time to answer you...thank you for this wonderful message actually. I was so close to you during Berlin . I really like you and if I had no boyfriend I will try to kiss you and to be with you... But the life is not like this. You was a really really good friend . Really like you. ( I hope so understand what you mean in your message). I miss you. Berlin was so cool thank to you so funny with you in the biblioteque : you remember when we tried to do the homework of math??? I was do for you !!!! Ahah and lot if other thing with you . We was so druuuunk and partyyyyy !!! Kisss from paris i live here now ( for 6 months) .
Man, this should be in the bag! Whenever I think I'm out she pulls me back in- what's a guy to do?!