I’ll take chalet antics for $1000 Alex or Circle D, all of the above
*Massive Sigh* I have arrived back from my ski trip in France. Six days of skiing, 50% hungover. Loads of powder. 2 sunny days. 3 sets of digits…
As I have alluded to previously, one of the guys in my chalet I have been with (A). We got together the night we met and then we went out on a date. Subsequently he blew me out on two dates ostensibly due to work, but letting me know at the last minute or after the date had passed. He is good friends with some of the girls on the trip. I was interested to a point, but he wasn’t giving me the impression that he was, thus so be it. I did not feel wounded and wasn‘t worried about the ability to be friendly on the trip. Right before the trip he sent me a text saying sorry we haven’t gotten together, and how did I want to play it? Um, I am sorry but at this point, where does the verb play come into context? You snooze, you lose. I texted back, Play what…looking forward to the hols too, and see you soon.
That is the prologue.
Enter 3 girls, A, then me and my friend Reens. Enter 2 other guys in chalet, M and J. Several other couples in chalet. And one satellite member, LJ the brother of one of the girls, staying at another chalet.
The car crash that occurred began slowly, erupted, and then the pieces were quietly put back together in a very proper English way.
Reens and I had a fantastic time bonding and talking girly stuff. IE about men, relationships, what we thought and our previous experiences. Of course, chat on fashion, style, potential business idea, friendships, food, dieting, and hair acted as the glue to the boy talk bricks.
Over the first two days A and I would talk pleasantly a bit, but come evening he would loosen up after copious amounts of wine and flirt. Then at the club one night we went around a corner to ‘discuss things‘. He was concerned about not telling his friend about us being together, because at some point isn’t it lying. I said, tell her what. We went out once, and lets be honest, have no idea if it will happen again. I said he needs to do what makes him feel comfortable, and to just let me know, but I am quite private and my love life is my own (cheeky clearly due to constant blog thoughts). Apparently I should not have assumed no interest when he blew me out and didn’t call or email me. He confided that his biggest fault according to his exes is his distance and reservedness. He does like me, and is interested in going out more. My reaction was, telling him that he needs to realise what you are communicating by your behaviour, it’s a little too late now to start dating, we are on holiday and why don’t we just have fun, chill out, and if we want we can take this up when we get back. End discussion with cheeky snog.
Whilst this pattern is emerging over the first few days, M, a stranger to us but now in our chalet and our age, is beginning to pay me loads of attention and flirt with me. Coincidentally, my friend is crushing on his friend J. So in the second quarter of this game, by the end of the night I have two guys orbiting me, trying to get some action. While very flattering, it is also complex. Both are cute and interesting and very different. Both are in my chalet. I am a single girl emerging from a sexual drought and rediscovering he mojo. Car crash looks imminent.
LJ meets up with our group here and there. He is a tall, gorgeous, very sporty 22 year old who I didn’t pay any attention to as he was rarely around us, always speaking to his sister, and a baby 22 year old. Think Abercrombie model, and you are not too far off. I never spoke to him much. One night I sat next to him and we chatted, then shared a pudding. Chatted some more at a bar later; at one point he pulled off his hoody exposing entire six pack midriff and chest. Reens and I after catching each other from fainting, and then teasing him about his display fetish, were teased ourselves for staring and then giggling. Can we help it if we are past the 'boys have cooties' phase? On the way home that night Reens and I laughed about that, how obvious it was on his part to impress, and I said he had loads of cabana boy potential. Too bad he was a relation.
The next night the boys went off to the pub to watch footie, the girls gossiped at the chalet, drank too much wine, then stumbled to the pub to find our friends. We played pool, while M and A looked on drooling at me and LJ‘s sister winning pool. We then went to another place where someone accidentally hit me on the head and I burst out crying. We then went to a club to dance. I am fending off A and M, trying to give equal attention but not make anyone upset. I am also trying not to lose my memory at this point as I am so lashed. It isn’t working. I blame the lump on my head. Reens and I fell on the ice on the way to the club. But more shots helped that hurt.
Next thing I remember I am in a little and unfamiliar chalet room snogging LJ.
Whoops.
TBC.
As I have alluded to previously, one of the guys in my chalet I have been with (A). We got together the night we met and then we went out on a date. Subsequently he blew me out on two dates ostensibly due to work, but letting me know at the last minute or after the date had passed. He is good friends with some of the girls on the trip. I was interested to a point, but he wasn’t giving me the impression that he was, thus so be it. I did not feel wounded and wasn‘t worried about the ability to be friendly on the trip. Right before the trip he sent me a text saying sorry we haven’t gotten together, and how did I want to play it? Um, I am sorry but at this point, where does the verb play come into context? You snooze, you lose. I texted back, Play what…looking forward to the hols too, and see you soon.
That is the prologue.
Enter 3 girls, A, then me and my friend Reens. Enter 2 other guys in chalet, M and J. Several other couples in chalet. And one satellite member, LJ the brother of one of the girls, staying at another chalet.
The car crash that occurred began slowly, erupted, and then the pieces were quietly put back together in a very proper English way.
Reens and I had a fantastic time bonding and talking girly stuff. IE about men, relationships, what we thought and our previous experiences. Of course, chat on fashion, style, potential business idea, friendships, food, dieting, and hair acted as the glue to the boy talk bricks.
Over the first two days A and I would talk pleasantly a bit, but come evening he would loosen up after copious amounts of wine and flirt. Then at the club one night we went around a corner to ‘discuss things‘. He was concerned about not telling his friend about us being together, because at some point isn’t it lying. I said, tell her what. We went out once, and lets be honest, have no idea if it will happen again. I said he needs to do what makes him feel comfortable, and to just let me know, but I am quite private and my love life is my own (cheeky clearly due to constant blog thoughts). Apparently I should not have assumed no interest when he blew me out and didn’t call or email me. He confided that his biggest fault according to his exes is his distance and reservedness. He does like me, and is interested in going out more. My reaction was, telling him that he needs to realise what you are communicating by your behaviour, it’s a little too late now to start dating, we are on holiday and why don’t we just have fun, chill out, and if we want we can take this up when we get back. End discussion with cheeky snog.
Whilst this pattern is emerging over the first few days, M, a stranger to us but now in our chalet and our age, is beginning to pay me loads of attention and flirt with me. Coincidentally, my friend is crushing on his friend J. So in the second quarter of this game, by the end of the night I have two guys orbiting me, trying to get some action. While very flattering, it is also complex. Both are cute and interesting and very different. Both are in my chalet. I am a single girl emerging from a sexual drought and rediscovering he mojo. Car crash looks imminent.
LJ meets up with our group here and there. He is a tall, gorgeous, very sporty 22 year old who I didn’t pay any attention to as he was rarely around us, always speaking to his sister, and a baby 22 year old. Think Abercrombie model, and you are not too far off. I never spoke to him much. One night I sat next to him and we chatted, then shared a pudding. Chatted some more at a bar later; at one point he pulled off his hoody exposing entire six pack midriff and chest. Reens and I after catching each other from fainting, and then teasing him about his display fetish, were teased ourselves for staring and then giggling. Can we help it if we are past the 'boys have cooties' phase? On the way home that night Reens and I laughed about that, how obvious it was on his part to impress, and I said he had loads of cabana boy potential. Too bad he was a relation.
The next night the boys went off to the pub to watch footie, the girls gossiped at the chalet, drank too much wine, then stumbled to the pub to find our friends. We played pool, while M and A looked on drooling at me and LJ‘s sister winning pool. We then went to another place where someone accidentally hit me on the head and I burst out crying. We then went to a club to dance. I am fending off A and M, trying to give equal attention but not make anyone upset. I am also trying not to lose my memory at this point as I am so lashed. It isn’t working. I blame the lump on my head. Reens and I fell on the ice on the way to the club. But more shots helped that hurt.
Next thing I remember I am in a little and unfamiliar chalet room snogging LJ.
Whoops.
TBC.
posted by miss goLondon at 2:44 PM
2 Comments:
There she is.
Well, I don't know about anyone else, but I'm certainly on the edge of my seat.
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