My Language Partner

[ENTRY 66..✍️]

What's up with me and French men, you ask? It's more about the language, I'd say. I'm still trying to improve my spoken French and Mathieu was my language partner. But I quit on him just a little before I made an account here, so.. around August.

However, two nights ago, I received a message from him on Telegram around nine in the evening. But I only knew of it two hours later because I was out with my younger sister (it was the night momma was here). Although we never met in person, we kind of had a "thing" before. Only, our attraction and connection never went past the surface level so I don't really care much. By that, I mean his text didn't make my heart beat like a maniac.

[Some texts below are translated from French.]

Me: "Bebo. What's up?"

Him: "What's up? You had disappeared."

Me: "I never did. I'm always here."

Him: "Why you didn't send a message? Just fuck you."

Me: "I missed you, too. Haha."

Him: "No, no, no. You didn't miss me."

Me: "I did. I just did it silently."

Him: "Lying is bad."

Me: "I'm not lying."

Him: "Hmmm. Why you didn't sent message?"

Me: "I didn't want to bother you."

Him: "You never bothered me."

Me: "Aww, but you always seemed so busy."

Him: "I’m busy but I can speak with you :’) I have to learn English 😂"

Me: "Hahaha. You still have HelloTalk, non?"

[HelloTalk is a language app where he and I met.]

Him: "Yes, I have, but I don't use that."

Me: "Mais pourquoi? You have a lot to speak with over there."

Him: "I never spoke anyone there again 😂"

Me: "Bakaaa. Why?? If only I weren't banned, I would've still been using it."

Him: "Because I just wanted speak with you. I like you."

Me: "Lying is bad."

Him: "I'm not lying. It's true! And correct me. My English is still bad 😂"

Me: "How about you write a journal. Journal intime."

Him: "What? Why? 😂"

Me: "It's good practice. You can talk about your day, about yourself.. or anything. Then you send it to me and I correct you."

Him: "Ooh. You are right! But my days are so bored at the moment."

Me: "Boring*"

Him: "Oh yes, boring. Fuck me."

Me: "Hahaha. You have a lot of time to write, then. Just write about anything. Your favourite sports, flowers, your childhood.."

Me: "What, men can't like flowers now?"

Him: "Yes, but it's weird."

Me: "Not at all. Send me your diary entry tomorrow. Must be at least 150 words. But instead of writing 'Dear Diary', write 'Dear Bliss'... 😂"

Him: "Dear Bliss, today I dreamed to you..."

Me: "Of*"

Him: "Oh, yes. It's 'of' 😭 Just fuck me so much!"

Me: "Oui. Fuck you. Go jump off a cliff. You're terrible."

Him: "Nooo. You're a monster!"

Me: "Just a joke, mon amour."

Him: "Ooh, 'mon amour'... You're seducing me again 😳"

Me: "Oh, sorry. I meant 'mon ami' (my friend)."

Him: "No, no, 'me amor'."

Me: "Mi*"

Him: "I'm English! Not Spanish!"

Me: "'My love', then."

Him: "Yes, but I'm confused! French, English, Spanish..."

Me: "HAHAHA. Nous sommes polyglottes."

Well, there you go. I really liked him before but it was mainly because I find his voice sexy (not to mention the goddamn accent) and, good lord…

His body.

His gorgeous, gorgeous.. body.

He's a bodybuilder, so... he's really hot. Even Chace said he looks "a little too good". At first, I thought he was a catfish, too, but he's legit. We used to call on video. And I was incredibly horny those times so we were sort of like, err, online fuck buddies. It was fun, but.. bah. Nothing still compares to real-life kisses and touches. Although thanks to all those phone sex, my dirty-talking skills have definitely improved. Lmfao.

Anyway, here we are now. Talking again. It's nothing big but at least there's still a boy in my life who feeds me affectionate words, whom I can be affectionate with as well, no matter how empty it all sounds. It's sad but on the brighter side, our relationship is educational.

Bisous.