Shall we...

 

 

... start telling our story ? alright then...

Aidan was a friend of the Austrian girls. He was in some of their classes.One evening as we were playing Uno (Fanch : "But guys can't do two things at the same time !!!") We got invited to the birthday party of his best mate, Ben. So tagging along with the girls and Christophe, I met Aidan. I'd already seen him around AUT, easily distinguishable by his gloves and spiky hair.
One thing about him : hyperactive, he says 3 000 words a minute, most of which you think is pure rubbish, but highly amusing. In fact what he says is nowhere close to rubbish, and the really weird things he says he's done, well he's done them ! I think that's why some people think he's so full of shit. I did at the time, but it was so amusing. Now I just think he's contradictory and thinks much too much, but I believe everything he says. But he’s still amusing !
Aanyway, I became the French evil accountant...
We went out a few times, all of us together. At one point Fanch told me that he thought Aidan was interested in me. I hadn't thought so, I believed that he acted that way with everybody, which he did. We hadn't become close as yet.
Then Fanch and I had lunch with him, we got invited to a concert in a bar (Pluto - good Kiwi band).
Then I stumbled upon him one day as he was taking pictures of the stairs (see album). We had lunch, talked about music, found out we had similar musical taste (Gomez !), and got invited to a concert. I saw him the next day to get the band's album, in order to decide if I wanted to go. But little ol' me had already decided that I'd be going, good music or not. The concert was 2 weeks away, and I was meant to give him back his cd at the birthday party (Fanch, Alice and Lucia) the weekend before.
The birthday party was memorable. I gave Fanch a painting of Rangitoto (a volcanic island off Auckland) which he absolutely loved. We'd been together to Devonport and he'd seen it there, so I went back and got it for him. For the girls I got funky sweets, and shot glasses with kiwis and sheep getting it on ! I love those glasses !
Aidan came at around 10:30 (yes, I even remember the time !). And we spent most of the evening kidding each other, and getting closer. To the point of walking to the club him holding my shoulder and me holding his waist. At one point on the way down I traded partners, and walked that way with Matz, a 29 year old swede. And Aidan threw "dirty" comments at me - "don't forget to protect yourself !", that sort of thing.
Anyway, I switched walking partners again - back to Aidan. And the conversation turned to Barbie dolls, Care bears (bisounours), and .... suckling.... Don't ask !
At that point I was pissed off with the French Girl Véro, who was being a whiny cow, so Aidan and I just ran off into the crowd at the club, and got lost / separated... needless to say I didn’t mind and neither did he ! So we just danced, sometimes he held me by the waist, but nothing much. Nothing much until Lucia found us and decided we needed to be separated. So at that point we joined the rest of the gang. To find Aidan leading me away 5 minutes later into the other corner of the dance floor. And then we started “dancing”. We never kissed, but danced very close to each other. Nobody ever played with me that way before, keeping me close but at bay at the same time. I wanted him so much...
At around 4 we made our way towards my place and the girls’ place, at which he’d left his stuff. And while walking home he told me that as much as he’d want to do anything tonight, he wasn’t going to because of his girlfriend.
Yes, his girlfriend, who was spending 6 months in the US, coming back in 2 months’ time. And even though they’d told each other they could sleep with other people while she was away, he was obviously having second thoughts about it. But that was fine enough with me. I had my fun, and he was being straightforward with me. Straightforward is good.
So we walked home. He asked me if he could stay at my place if the girls weren’t home yet – told him he could. Then we met up with the girls on the way home. He told them he was going to go home – asked me if he could still stay over. Told him yes...
So he came up after retrieving his stuff. We spent some time chatting on my bed, with his head on my stomach, until I got a crick in the neck and told him we’d go inside the covers. So I went to the bathroom to get changed, and slid under the covers with my back to him – well, he did say he didn’t want to do anything, didn’t he ?
Well he must have changed his mind...

In the morning, as he left to go to work, he mentionned something about us not having sex again, me not acting weird in his presence, though he did want me to go to the concert with him. I said OK, knowing that I’d just have to see later on. Try to understand what I felt for him, see how I reacted to being around him, and vice versa.

Well, that was the beginning of the month we spent together. And the beginning of the affection we had for each other. I’ll tell the rest later, as I think I wrote enough tonight, and that I have to get out of my parents’ room. So there goes, people !

Cheers !