DAY 68: leaving Brazil and seeing my ex.
"I don't want you to go."
It's been a while since I wrote a report in this journal. I'm now back in my hometown, in France and I felt the need to write about these last weeks.
Receiving a good bye letter from Brazilian Brunette.
We've seen each other a lot during my two last weeks in São Paulo. We went to restaurants, bars, parks and motels. I enjoyed every moment with her.
She was adorable, funny and caring. Sex was also amazingly awesome. Since she showed me some interest for learning French, I bought her The Little Prince for her birthday. I bought her French and Portuguese versions. She liked the gift. Some days later, for my last night in São Paulo, we went to the usual motel and took a room with a Jacuzzi. She actually even did not go to work the day after so we could sleep more in the morning. At some point, out of the blue, she told me: "I don't want you to go". I sat on the bed next to her in silence and took her in my arms. I knew leaving Brazil would not be easy. That was a first taste of how hard it will be.
We left the motel. She drove me back to my place so I could finish to pack my stuff. The plane was at night. Since I managed to pack everything quickly, I went to the mall next to my house for the last time. It was a wonderful day...
It's amazing how knowing that it's probably you last time in a place makes you feel and see things differently. I was already missing seeing those amazing skyscrapers. São Paulo is a such inspiring place for me.
Brazilian Brunette picked me up. I loaded my luggage in the trunk and we left for a mall so we could quickly eat a last time together. Then she drove me to the airport. We were a little early so we stayed for a moment in the car together. She had a gift for me: a mug with the inscription "I love SP" (I was looking for that). In the bag she handed me, there was also
a small red envelope that I could only open when I was gone. I was really moved but I managed to hide it. She came with me at the check-in and had a walk, hand in hand, in the airport. It was now time for me to leave.
We kissed. She wished me a good flight. I thanked her for everything she's done for me and hugged her. She started to cry. I hugged her even more. I left her... and as a PUA, I did not turn my back as I was walking away from her. That was stupid... I thought.
I spent some time in the duty free and went to wait at gate 11. It was my last moments in Brazil. I was a bit sad, obviously, but really proud of having met so many amazing people. Sat in front of me, a man was crying. That reminded me the letter Brazilian Brunette gave me. I took it out of my bag and opened the red envelope that was hiding a small red card. It was written in Portuguese.
It was the nicest thing a girl has ever written to me. It really moved me and I still don't know how I managed to hide the pain it was to leave a girl like that behind.
I got into the plane. Ten hours later, I arrived in Europe.
Last exam: seeing my ex.
I did not stay long in Paris. I had to go back to my school to take the last exams. All the promotion was heading there, so was my ex. The last time I saw her was in July 2010. One year ago. She left for the US. I spent the first semester in France, I went to São Paulo after. In one year,
I had no news from her (except the one I got from writing her an email in early July).
It was Wednesday morning. As I was going to the school, I saw her arriving with a friend of us. She saw me. I smiled. I was actually happy to see her. I stopped to say hello to some friends, but she did not wait, she walked even faster. It was now too late to say hello to her.
Was she avoiding me? LOL. I went upstairs, where all the promotion was waiting to get in classroom to do an English exam. She was not here.
I did my exam and got out. As I was speaking to some friends, I realized she was coming. Don't ask me why, she "pretended" to hide behind a pillar (at least that's what I understood). Guess she tried to be funny. She came to us, I kissed her hello (French way, not Brazilian). I was smiling and dominant. I was glad. I could not care less about seeing her. I mean, it was not the big embarrassing moment we could have expected. Truth is,
I was not attracted to her at all. She lost some weight in the US, I never saw her as skinny. It was actually creepy to me. I asked her how she was and how her exams went. I was maintaining eye contact as I was speaking to her. She seemed to be smiling at the situation, which was also what I was doing. At some point, we ended up speaking about a friend of us who got a tattoo in São Paulo. She asked me if I got a tattoo or a piercing. Told her no.
I was quite happy since it went well. We walked out of the school. I thought I should try to organize something with everybody before leaving, but I could not tell them anything since as we were all walking, I stayed behind to speak about photography. I was not going in the same direction, the girls were already gone: not even said goodbye to me. That's when I started to realize
she was not even a friend anymore. I wanted to show that everything was okay, I wanted to have some news, I wanted to laugh with her again... I wanted things to be normal... and there were normal to me.
The very next day, one of my best friends invited me to have dinner at their place. I knew my ex was staying there. I could finally have some news about her and finally congratulate her for her engagement. That's what I thought. I quickly realized it was not possible. She was closed and did not really look interested in having some news from me.
She was a stranger to me. She was politely answering to some questions, that's all. I noticed the ring. I remembered picturing that moment with a lot of drama... Whatever, it was just a ring. Truth is, I was also getting bored. In my head, it was all about Brazil, Brazilian Brunette and the FUN I had there. We moved to a party after. I was a bit more entertained but again, I was thinking about my real friends from Brazil. I was a bit lost there. It was not my "home". At some point, I called her so we could speak a little. She shit tested me a little: "if you went that much at Burger King, how come you're not fatter?"... I should have ignored that. I did not. But it was not even important to me... She was a stranger to me and probably did not give a damn about having news from me.
We then left this party to go to a club. In our way, the group split for some reason. She stayed with the others. She did not even told me good bye, even though it was probably the last time I saw her in my life... I was expecting some awkward moments, but not that
indifference. I'm a bit disappointed but well... I want to move forward. I realized all the one-itis thing was ridiculous. I remembered how I was not attracted to her at the beginning of our relation. How I was sad after learning she was with someone else, how I was hit by the fact that she was getting married.
What I've learned.
- Being an ex sometimes means being
less than a friend.
- I can see one of my exes and
manage it like a boss.
- I need to practice more in
social situations in France.
- All the one-itis thing was clearly
about myself.
Coming next.
- Getting a life/job.
- Socializing in Paris (I'm feeling pretty lonely here)
- Dating girls?
A wind of indifference was blowing but it was okay, I was free.