Encounter 1 - Arnaud

When I went through a messy and painful break-up with my ex (hereby referred to as 'C') I went through 3 stages before returning to normality:

1. Crying - like all the time. At work, on the metro, in the shower, in the supermarket...you get the idea - I was a wreak.
2. Replacing food with alcohol. This was a fun time (note the sarcasm). Instead of enjoying the summer sun I kept myself company with a bottle of vodka shunning invites for picnics and other fun activities from friends. The heartbreak diet was effective though :)
3. The slutty phase - This is when I started going out and would basically kiss/fool around with anyone with a penis.

I had my first encounter with a Frenchman between stages 2 and 3. Arnaud was very tall, dark (but not floppy) haired and had a pretty poor level of English. I met him in a bar/club called Truskal. My friend and I used to say that this place is a sheer sausage fest due to the number of sleazy men who use the small, crowded conditions to press their gross sweaty bodies up against unsuspecting females. The night in question however I was the sleazy one...
Fueled by the huge amounts of alcohol in my veins and the need for attention I had wandered away from my friend to do some creeping. I spotted this guy who I thought looked pretty hot. After spying on him for a few minutes to establish that he wasn't with a girl, I marched up to him , took his hand and demanded (in English) 'come dance with me'. Five minutes later we were on the small dancefloor with his tongue rammed down my throat. And I mean literally rammed down there. Kissing someone new after C was always going to feel strange but this guys long tongue was just disgusting! Despite this and the fact that up close his eyes were slightly googly like a goldfish I continued to allow him to rape my face/mouth/throat with his tongue for the rest of the evening. After the club closed we went to a 24hr cafe and drank cocktails until 7am when I decided that I had to get some sleep. At this time I was still living with C (damn you Paris and the difficult process of flat hunting) so Arnaud and I shared a sloppy kiss goodbye and exchanged mobile numbers.
Arnaud and I exchanged a few texts and then he added me on Facebook where I was able to examine his resemblance to a goldfish through sober eyes and viewed his bad dress sense. We chatted on Facebook a few times and then he went on holiday to America for three weeks. During those 3 weeks I (finally) moved into a new flat. On his return Arnaud and I discovered that we now lived rather close by. Now something makes me wonder if this was what spurned on what happened next. From going to a guy who seemed relatively normal Arnaud suddenly turned into a sex texter. Nothing wrong with that - I enjoy a bit of dirty talk probably more than the average person. However, as previously mentioned Arnaud didn't have such good English. In his texts which he probably thought were very sexy he told me that he wanted to 'eat up your pussy', 'hold you down and rape you' (I get that some guys/girls have the whole rape fantasy thing but save that for lovers you actually know!), and 'put my hard cock in your throat'. The best text of all though was when Arnaud told me that he wanted me to 'swallow my sperms'. After that I strangely enough stopped replying to Arnauds texts and deleted him from Facebook.

Au revoir encounter number 1!