Darcy's Paris Blog

A surprise date with Majid

Work today was average, boring. I’m just used the fervor and pace of my department back home, and it’s just not the same here. I miss the frenzy, I gotta say. The good news, though, from my workday is that I got $1200 from NI deposited in my checking account to account for my stolen items.

After work, though, was fantastic. Majid had emailed me telling me that the plan for Friday was to meet at the Gaite metro station at 8:00, and did I want to join? I said sure, even though I didn’t want to crash the party – most of the guys who would be there were going to Andalucia together tomorrow, and I didn’t know if they wanted to hang out and talk about the trip. Oh, well.

When I got there, I expected there to be several of us, but it was just Majid. As it turns out, Cyrille had picked the bar where we were going, but Majid had told me to be there half an hour before everyone else was scheduled to be there. Very smooth. When we found the bar, we drank, talked, and flirted heavily, and I was glad when everybody else was late in getting there. Throughout the night it seemed pretty clear that this was a date, not just hanging out with the group, and he even mentioned to everybody else that he had “succeeded in bringing me with him.” Cute in context. One of Majid’s friends, a girl, happened to turn up at the same bar, and he was pretty specific about the fact that she was “a friend, just a friend.” Not bad. Majid was also very attentive, asking if I needed anything and helping with my French when I needed it. At the end of the night, he drove everybody home – Cyrille, an out-of-town friend staying at Cyrille’s the night before they left, and another guy whose name I never can catch – which was nice, since the bar where we were was on the side of Paris in the direction where Majid lives. He dropped me off last, though, and at the end of the night, there was the awkward good-night moment. He made it less awkward, though – when I leaned in to do the kiss-kiss cheek thing, like always, he kissed me squarely, but sweetly, almost the way you used to kiss in the 8th grade. It was very cute, and prompted me to return the favor – a perfect end to the evening – sweet, very unlike my experience with his friend Cyrille. I think I have a crush now…

posted by Darcy @ 10:43 PM