Frangelico Failure?

So, it’s Week 5 of my French class with the Lurve God. (Swoon swoon) First of all, right off, he walks right up to my table (now, second row due to the fact I absconded my first row seat when I was absent last week) and puts down my homework on my table and told me I didn’t miss much last week. 2 reasons why I’m chuffed #1 – he knows my name!!!!, #2 – he noticed I was not around last week! (And perhaps missed me a little??)

In addition to him using my name again (he doesn’t use many names in class, but he uses MINE!!!) Okay, I understand that is it the teensiest bit pathetic that I’m ecstatic that a TEACHER remembered MY NAME. I can read too, guys!) – the touchy-feeliness has continued. But I have noticed now, as he gets comfortable in class, he is quite tactile with the other students as well.

So maybe I’m not so special after all? After all, he is FRENCH! The nation of natural-born flirts.

Fast forward to break time. Determined to make the most of the break, I attempted to follow him out for his cigarette break. He caught the tail end of my "smoking is bad for you" and gave me a cheeky wink. "I know". AND CONTINUED WALKING AWAY.

Sigh. But I’m not taking this personally as he went to the administration office as they came looking for him before. As I danced around outside the office waiting for him …. His mate, Jean came by and started chatting to me.

And chatted to me. And chatted to me some more. It lasted ALL THROUGH BREAK.

Zizou came by us and muttered something in French too quickly for me to catch, but Jean turned to me and said, "I think I just lost a friend."

NOW WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!!!!

Zizou goes outdoors for his cig (finally being released by the office administration) and keeps gesturing to me and pointing to his eye in the "I’m watching you" way.

WHAT IS THIS SUPPOSED TO MEAN????

Mission a complete and utter failure? It seemed as much when I returned to class after break, having had my ENTIRE break time monopolised by the less cute, though so eager Jean.

AND THEN!

Just as I was walking out of class at the tail end, Zizou asks me if I got the imperfect tense okay, and if there’s anything else he could do for me, etc, etc. I stopped to ask the first question that came to my head, and he GRABS MY HAND excitedly and goes, "Oh, thank you for reminding me, I’ve been SAVING this for you," Don’t get too excited, it was only some notes on the imperfect tense BUT all I could think was – THIS MAN IS HOLDING MY HAND!!!!!

Straight to brain freeze.

When I just stuttered a thank you, he went on about how "indeed, it was his sole pleasure in life, don’t mention it at all, he looks forward to seeing me…" (a lot of this was in French, but I’ve tried to translate what I could). Then I said, "Have a good weekend" and he said (SUGGESTIVELY, I thought!) "My weekend starts now…"

AND WASN’T THAT A PERFECT OPP TO ASK HIM – what he’s doing, where he hangs out and maybe we can do something together, hint hint, nudge nudge, wink wink?

I soooo failed at this. My tongue continued to be tied, and staring down and where he clasped my hand.

In that very HIGH SCHOOL WAY ….

And now, let me ASK you back, in this very high school way – WHAT DO YOU THINK? DO YOU THINK HE LIKES ME???

Or he’s just toying with me!!!! Bloody French bastard!