Had an unexpected, fun night tonight. My friend Young French Guy (YFG) invited me to a "French Tuesdays" gathering -- I had initially expected a bunch of beret'd geeks sitting around with their flash cards, practicing their conjugations.
Au contraire, mon ami!
French Tuesdays is a bi-monthly, invitation-only party for Frenchies, friends of Frenchies and those who just like a good clubby night out. Proper dress (eg, jackets for men) is strictly enforced.
Vibrant, pulsating dance floor -- I hung on the edge after losing track of YFG and his friend. Saw a very good-looking guy nearby who appeared to be checking me out. I immediately dismissed him: usually New York guys who are THAT good looking are too aware of that fact, and are arrogant assholes.
Well -- Mr. Hottie started chatting with me, and I soon found out why he was actually a nice guy: he wasn't a New Yorker after all, he's a Portuguese tourist named Pedro, visiting NY for the first time. We danced for a while -- I loved that the club had dance music accompanied by drums and saxophone.
I must admit -- though he was very cute, almost immediately I started wondering how I could ditch him, thinking there had to be someone "better" for me to hang out with. Preferably a New Yorker, maybe someone with boyfriend potential? But as we danced and chatted more, I grew to enjoy his company more and more. Enough so that before the club closed (at the ridiculously early hour of 1 am!), we were kissing in a quiet corner of the club.
We exchanged numbers -- he's here until Sunday, so I might see him again. I like the idea of having my very own vacation fling, in my hometown. N'est ce pas?