France Story #3: The Dinner

Well after meeting this gorgeous guy from story #2, we had a huge dinner that night that he of course couldn't attend. The previous night I had been able to avoid the creepiest guy by sitting at the end of the table where he still watched me. This night, I wouldn't get so lucky. Everyone was sitting down as I looked for a place to sit and then I heard "Oh Leah, I saved you a seat here by me." So yes, I got so sit right across from the creepy guy, next to another guy who would sometimes watch me, and just 2 away from another guy who smiled at me a little too often. Creepy guy watched me all the time before dinner as my eyes wandered everywhere except to him. Dinner was finally ready and that gave evryone something to focus on and I was spared for a short while. When a break occured in the courses everyone resumed their talking, and the guy resumed his staring. Finally, I heard Francoise and and the guy who would watch me speaking in rapid French while watching me. I heard my name come up a few times and they would both laugh. Finally I asked Francoise what they were talking about. She said the guy had been watching me and finally asked her how old I was. She told him only 14 and that I was too young for him. Granted he was probably only mid to late 20s but that still was too much. He said he was disappointed and that he thought I was at least 18. Yeah that was slightly uncomfortable so I just meekly smiled and looked away. (creepy guy continues to stare even after hearing this) At last another dish was brought out. It was rather disgusting looking, it was a rectangular thing with gelatinous crap all over it and was sort of a putrid grey-green. Of course, being me, I am open to trying anything once so I took a small portion while practically the whole table watched me. Creepy guy informed me it was rabbit pate. Now, I have had fois gras and think its absolutely disgusting so I didn't have much faith in this. I tried it though and thought it was absolutely delicious. I agreed to take more and creepy guy thought I was wonderful for at least trying it and went on for a while on how most Americans aren't keen on trying such things so I am practically French...blah blah blah. As we were all finishing up our pate there was another rapid conversation in French amongst the three guys who had been eyeing me and the random interjection of some other person. I looked horribly confused so the one guy decided to fill me in. He said that the guy at the far end of the table was eyeing me so they were deciding who I belonged to. I was like oh my god this is not happening. Everyone else thought it was great as they bickered over who I talked to more, who I was sitting next to, who was closest to my age, I just thought I needed to wake up from a bad dream...Im not sure who "got me" in the end, Im not sure I want to know. I stood up and began clearing the dishes while everyone sat and talked. As I began taking the creepy guys plate he gave me this tremendous smile and offered to help. I told him no, please sit and relax but he stood right up. So yeah he got to follow me around for over a half hour, I figured it just gave him a chance to constantly look at my ass. So when everything was cleared I sat over on a lawn chair and relaxed. Two of the guys (one being creepy guy) decided they wanted to swim in the pool and started stripping right there. I was surprised but they apparently had on swim trunks underneath. I sat there glad this gave creepy guy something else to do besides stare at me but apparenly not. He continued to watch me from the pool and finally invited me to swim. I said no thanks but he kept persisting. Finally I said I really didn't want to plus I had to go for a run (which I did every night anyways). I immediatly ran inside, threw on shorts and a t-shirt and ran from the house. Luckily when I got home 40 minutes later, everyone had left and I was free. I will say though, before I left France to return home, I was given roses by all three of my men. Some red, some white, some pink, it depended on which guy it was. So of course I graciously accepted and gave each a hug but as soon as the flowers died, I didn't bother drying, just threw them out. The only thing I brought back was a laf dozen blue roses that I had dried myself. They are gorgeous and Ive never seen them here in the U.S. So yeah, thats the story of me and my French men. Rather bizarre...