It recently came to my attention that the 100 some blog posts I wrote on Xanga seven years ago were in danger of disappearing. I will intermittently be reposting them here as little looks at my first year in France.
First is this post of how a Kansas girl met a FrenchGuy and lived happily ever after. Or, how I ended up in France...
We met FrenchGuy in April 2005 on a home school field trip to a Fire Station. The University of Bordeaux had sent him for 12 weeks to learn and
write a report.
Since Mom was an exchange student herself, she
could imagine what it must be like for him, stuck 24/7 with a bunch of
firefighters and alarms every night. So, we took him to the Wichita Cowtown Museum and then
home. He was with us every possible moment and weekend for the rest of
his time. We all loved him so much. I wondered what it would be like to
marry someone as wonderful as him, but at the time, it wasn't possible.
FrenchGuy came back to us in late April 2007. Mom and Dad gave me plenty of
opportunities to get to know FrenchGuy better - do you know how long you
can stretch out grocery shopping? I quickly realized that I cared deeply
for him, but tried to ignore it. I told myself that he didn't care for
me, and I'd get my heart broken when he left in July.
Mom and FrenchGuy were out on a final
mother/son lunch, she told him that I cared (awkward!). FrenchGuy came home and immediately talked
to me about it.
"Did you send your mom?"
"No! I would have LET YOU
LEAVE WITHOUT KNOWING!"
We all think it's rather funny that FrenchGuy had
only a slight clue that I loved him, when everyone else knew all about
it - guess I'm not a very good flirt.
So now he knew how I felt. But where did that leave us? What are the odds of finding one soulmate out of billions? What are the odds that they will realize your soulmatey-ness? What are the odds a FrenchGuy could fall in love with me?
to be continued...