S’il-vous-plaît, répondez à mon petit questionnaire si vous ne l’avez pas encore fait!!! Merci :)
(Et les gens d’un certain âge et que je vais revoir très bientôt ne devraient pas continuer à lire ce post!)

L’autre nuit, pendant une de mes nombreuses je-vais-rater-mes-examens-je-bosse-pas-assez-insomnies, voila le cours de mes pensées: pourquoi R. croyait-il que j’étais mariée? -> diamant dans mon alphabêtise? -> j’ai failli me marier! -> Guillermo Freile -> otros hombres en mi vida -> Jaime Poch, Daniel Garcia, Oliver Miramontes… -> Oliver Miramontes?!!? -> ah la la, la vie est marrante parfois!

Oliver… was a student at the school where I was teaching before I came to Indiana. He was not one of my students but I sometimes helped him when I was working in the computer lab. Men who speak a foreign language and Spanish in particular have a special effect on me, probably because the two most important men in my life were from Chile and Ecuador. So I don’t remember how it happened, but Oliver and I started to talk a lot, and laugh a lot. After a few weeks we went out together. He’d speak Spanish to me and I loved it, and made me listen to Mana, and I felt 10 years younger. Probably because he was 10 years younger than me!

Anyway, the mistakes accumulated quickly, and very soon, after only a couple of weeks of dating, he was in my bed. That night, we had bought a bottle of very good tequila and I loved to kiss him… The rest was not as good but he was young ;) So we didn’t sleep a lot that night, and in the morning, he said « Thank you, I always wanted to try a French girl, goodbye! » and left and never returned.

I drank the rest of the bottle of tequila, immediately fell into a half coma, woke up 8 hours later, threw up all I could, and had a very hard time going back to work for the rest of the semester! I often wonder how I could have been so stupid and why I made so many mistakes with Oliver (going out with him was only the first one!) and I find no answer… Maybe it was just good to feel young again… Maybe it was good to feel important again…

So here’s my 2-minute revenge:

The more I know about men the more I like dogs. (Gloria Allred)

I think that God in creating Man somewhat overestimated his ability. (Oscar Wilde)

Je ne garde aucune rancoeur de ce très court épisode de ma vie, ni contre Oliver, ni contre les mexicains, ni contre les hommes en général. C’est oublié, c’est quand j’étais jeune et bête. Mieux vaut avoir des remords que des regrets! Ca me fait rigoler ce genre de souvenir… La vie nous joue parfois de sacrées farces!

Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much. (Oscar Wilde)

euh R. j’ai toujours pas la réponse à la question :)

Si on me cause pas je boude