for one night only

The other night I went out to Chez Janou, a spot my cousin adamantly recommended. Of course, she was right, the place is great. I arrived before the kitchen had opened, and was sat at the bar. Immediately I was greeted by two very enthusiastic bartenders who let me try a few wines before I settled on the one I liked. I stayed at the bar for just over three hours, gorging myself on olives, chatting with other patrons and of course, my new bartending friends. Throughout the night I was given many a free drink, and even took two shots with my server. I met a sweet girl who was visiting from Geneva, and we shared Chez Janou’s famous chocolate mousse.

When I knew the drinks were going straight to my head, I decided to take my leave. Before I could make it out the door, one of the aforementioned patrons slipped me his number on a restaurant card. This was the introduction to a very out of character night in my life.

We texted a little bit, and eventually planned to hang out. He kept joking that he would be my new french teacher, and I had to come to a lesson.

We met at a metro stop, and walked to a nearby restaurant for drinks. We sat outside and sipped on glasses of white wine while passing a cigarette between us. It was enjoyable, he was funny and impressively good at english. Soon the frigid air became too much and we decided to find a place we’d like to have dinner at. We ended up at a restaurant that I can’t remember the name of. The food was great, but our chemistry was better.

We had a few more glasses of wine and played around rolling up each other’s sleeves, sharing coffee, and kissing at the bar before we made our way to his apartment. He showed me french music while rolling a spliff. We became progressively more touchy, and I knew where this had a possibility of going.

I wasn’t left in suspense for long. Almost immediately after we finished smoking, we were making out. I often find myself turned off by an excessive amount of kissing, but he was satisfactory. He did have a hilarious tendency to bite though…. One thing led to another, he gave me below average head and I asked if he had a condom. Here comes the part where I rethink everything, he fails at finding one and leaves me in his bed to go buy some. Now I’m laying there, debating making a run for it, the only thing stopping me was imagining running into him on the stairs on my way out. By the time he got back, the mood was pretty much dead for me. Nevertheless, I carried on with my first ever out-of-a-relationship hookup.

While I won’t lie and say it was good for me, I appreciate the experience and the effort he put in. We laid down together after and I changed the music to my favorite band, Cigarettes After Sex, and lit one up. Really ensuring I lived my dreams. We laid there for a minute, his head on my stomach and a mug to ash in cupped in his hands. Then he did the unthinkable, and turned on Ratatouille. I couldn’t make this up if I tried. The best moment of the night came when I, now covered in bruises and bite marks, said “It’s you!” when Remy the rat bit Linguini all over.

He invited me to stay, telling me to just fall asleep to the movie, but I knew I absolutely did not want to wake up in his studio the next morning. About halfway through the movie I got up and redressed. He laid in bed looking at me, telling me to message when I arrived back at my apartment. As I made my escape, I wondered if maybe it was wrong of me to leave. I didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but I knew I wouldn’t want a repeat of what we’d just done.

I messaged him when I got home safe and that’s the last interaction we shared. Baby’s first one night stand!