First go at a french boyfriend= complete failure

So really one of the things I want to do in Aix is acquire a french boyfriend. What a way to learn a language! And en plus, I have to see if all this talk about the french being the most romantic people in the world is true. But this is so easier said than done. First of all, I don't really seem to be attracted to many french guys. They all seem a little too... feminine. They all just look a little too perfect, and they are always dressed up like they are about to go to winter formal or something.

So this is why I was surprised to find myself attracted to a guy that I met at my school's Bar Crawl. Yes, my school sponsored a BAR CRAWL for its international students. It's like, Hey international kids! Welcome to Aix! I know you need us to help you set up bank accounts and schedule your classes BUT WE'RE GOING TO GET YOU DRUNK AT 4 DIFFERENT BARS IN ONE NIGHT OUIIIIII!!!! Would more American schools do this if the drinking age was low enough that everyone in college was legal to drink? But believe me, I had no arguments about the whole thing, I happily went to Bar Crawl and met a lot of cool international and french kids.

So back to the story. I met a French guy there named Remi. Tall, dark hair, intelligent looking, and seriously French. I tried my best to flirt with him despite our language barriers, and we found out we had a mutual friend in common. I invited him to go out with us the next night, and gave him my number.

For the next couple of days, Remi would text me and we would hang out and do this or that. I was so excited that a French boy was showing interest! I dressed up super cute for each occasion, but I would get so nervous around him that my french would be EVEN WORSE than it normally was. I couldn't tell if he liked me or not, and he never made any attempts make a move or to kiss me. I was having trouble understanding his french ways.

Then Saturday night, I invited Remi to come with me to have some drinks at my dorm with an Australian and another American. The other American is named Ben. He is from Seattle, is gay, and when I met him I instantly new we would be best friends. The four of us went out on the town, telling jokes and having fun. Ben and I climbed up french telephone poles and gave each other piggy back rides in the street.Later in the night, our Aussi friend left and Remi invited Ben and I back to his house to hang out at his apartment. This is when things got clear.

Remi was gay. Super gay. The evidence in his apartment was overwhelming. A huge rainbow flag, pictures of him and past boyfriends on the walls, a glittery pink cowboy hat.... how could it be?!! Maybe he just likes gay memorabilia? Alas, I had to face the facts. I felt like I did when I discovered my childhood crush of David Hyde Pierce, the actor who plays Niles Crane on "Frasier" had a boyfriend. Just to make sure, the first thing I did when I got back to my apartment was check facebook. Sure enough, on facebook he is listed as interested "par hommes". I felt like such a fool! We had been facebook friends for a week! All the countless effort I put in trying to flirt my way through the language barrier, wasted!

But alas, there is a happy ending. Ben and Remi actually ended up hitting it off really well. I'll just have to wait for my french prince of bell air to come!