Falling in Love with a Hot French Guy
And I thought being catfished was bad
I hate dating, but I, like every other person on the earth, want some company because I am lonely. Despite my better judgment, I continue to date. I’ve been trying to write about this experience for some time, but I needed some distance from it. This experience has left me feeling like I may actually be close to giving up on dating altogether.
I allowed myself to be excited when I matched with a really hot man that lived near me, wasn’t 100 years old, and match me back. His profile said he was originally from Pairs. Texting with him was weird, so being my well-trained accepting self, I asked if English was his second language.
“Yes. I am sorry if I don’t come across clearly. I really like you.”
“Okay. Would it be better if we did a video call?”
“No, I don’t really like to do video calls until I’ve met a person first. Can I have your phone number? I don’t like this app.”
I gave him my phone number, even though I don’t normally do that until I’ve met someone in person.
For six days, he seemed super attentive, asked me questions about myself, and shared about his breakup from a bad marriage. He seemed to know things about me without knowing me. He seemed to really see me. I had always scoffed…
