bitchinthecity is moving for four months back to CA to spend the summer. I cannot begin to tell you how much I will be missing NYC, I haven’t even left for the airport yet, and I already miss the city. 

My last night here was perfection, my friends and I went to a party at The Met for the Prada/Schiaperelli exhibit… a very classy, New York, event. Having graduated from NYU yesterday, Le French called me up to see me before I left. Him and I have been hanging out a lot, nothing sexual, just enjoying each others company, something a bitch doesn’t do that often really. I’m still trying to figure out everything that is Le French. He truly is an odd, yet adorably sexy and intelligent and attractive man. He came over, we went out, ate, drank, walked around the city and talked forever and he walked me back home. At this point, I was just waiting for him to jump my bones… instead, outside my door, he ASKED… yes, he fucking, ASKED, if I wanted to have sex with him tonight. “What the fuck? You actually believe in women’s rights? What is this? Youre letting me make the call?” I said as I pushed him off of me, maybe a little too hard. NOTHING is more annoying than a man who doesn’t just take what he wants. Fuck indifference. But lets be honest here, Le French wasn’t being indifferent, he wanted me, and I knew it. So I played along… I told him that I was leaving in the airport tomorrow, and that maybe it would be a good idea for him to go home, and that I still had a lot of packing to do, blah blah. Until the frustrated Le French, finally just said, “Lets just go upstairs”… there we go, he learned to stop being a pussy. 

Considering my apartment is cleared out, as in no one is living in there except me, and all of my shit was packed up… Le French and I utilized every surface, and every part of the apartment in our incredibly gratifying sex bout. But let me tell you…Lately I’ve been, in my mind been mulling over and considering pushing things a bit further with Le French. Not sexually, but as in relationship wise. While we were fucking each others brains out, he would often say shit like, “Oh yeah baby… I like that”, or “baby, that feels so good”. Can I tell you, never have I ever been so repulsed to hear the excessive use of “baby” coming from Le French. I think that was when I’d finally settled with the fact that he and I will never be in a traditional, relationship (and by traditional I mean, not fuck buddies), and became completely okay with that. As a bitch, I took what was mine and came (multiple times), before Le French. 

Afterwards, it was weird. Le French, who, like every other man, I’m sure, hates cuddling, yet we cuddled for awhile afterwards. I can’t say I liked it, so I suggested we go downstairs and smoke a cigarette, in which he responded “Why are you being so weird?”. Get over yourself I replied. Outside my building, he was the first to start talking about how much he’ll be missing me, “It really sucks that you’re leaving tomorrow”, “I’m going to miss you so much”, “When will you be back?”… blah blah blah. To which I just replied, “I guess I’ll miss you”. And in all reality, bitchinthecity must admit, I will miss Le French for the 4 months I will be in CA. The good news though, is that although he’s graduated from NYU, he’s still going to be living in the city, so he’ll always be a good option ;) When he left, he reminded me to call him and let him know that I’ve made it to the airport alright the next day… and 20 minutes or so after he left, he called me to let me know he was thinking about me, and that hes going to miss me so much, and blah blah blah. Never before has Le French acted like this. I mean he’s been cute etc, but the whole, I’m going to miss you act, was certainly new. Even more unsettling was that he texted me for the rest of the night, saying stuff like, I really should’ve stayed the night (ha, he assumed I wouldve let him), I miss you, gag, sappy fuck. Maybe I’m just extremely bitter from the breakup with ex-ManCandy that I can’t enjoy the sentimentality of all of this, or maybe I’ve learned to see right through Le French… probably both. But either way, he was being a sappy fuck and I wanted to slap the shit out of him. To make things more disgusting, he called me at 6am, when I’d just finally been able to get some rest, “God, ‘bitchinthecity’, I really like you. Can I come over and hang out until you leave?” Considering I was tired as fuck, still packing, and had already taken my makeup off (this last reason was the most convincing for me), I said, “It’d probably be better if you didn’t, I’m so tired. I like you too ‘Le French’, but I like what we have right now, so lets keep it this way”. Mumble grumble mumble, I couldn’t care less of what he said, I passed the fuck out for a few hours shortly after hanging up on him. 

So ladies and gents, I think its with complete honesty that I say that I can never imagine, or never see myself wanting a relationship with Le French. I think I’ve finally moved on from ex-ManCandy. While LeFrench does have a very impressive body and penis, it will never compare to ex-ManCandy, who was the epitome of perfection… his body, his cock, everything he did, I couldn’t help thinking about ex-ManCandy and comparing him to Le French. Such is life. Maybe I’ll forever be haunted. We’ll see. 

It’s been a lovely two semesters, New York City… I’m looking forward to renewing our relationship together, bitchinthecity and the city, in a few months. In the meantime, California you better have some good things in store for me…