Who better to show us what Valentine’s is all about than the self proclaimed “locksmith of love”, non? Our friend Pepe is “constantly seeking “l’amour” of his own. However, he has two huge turnoffs to any prospective mates: his malodorous scent, and his refusal to take ‘no’ for an answer, blissfully convinced that the girl is flirting with him, even when she rejects his advances to the point of physically assaulting him.” (Wikipedia) Yes my friends, I had my very own Pepe Le Pew. I think I’ve mentioned him before. He was, by all accounts, just as enamored with women, looking for his “belle femme skunk fatale” and he was from France … and the similarities didn’t stop there (except for the stink, well he didn’t smell amazing, but at least it wasn’t skunky!). Here’s my story …
Dating Pepe Le Pew
I met Pepe Le Pew online. We started chatting casually and he reeled me in with his charming personality. He had recently moved to Canada and wanted to meet new people. Ever the hospitable one I offered to show him around town. When we met, he was quite the gentleman, opening doors, pulling out chairs, walking on the side of the street … you know, things people RARELY do these days. Wow, I thought, what a nice change! We walked and talked, he told me about his life in France and told him about what life was like in Canada. We had “un café”, chatted some more and said our goodbyes with a kiss on each cheek. Nice. It was the first time I had a date “en Français”.
Date number 2 was at the movies. We went to see a French foreign film that was playing. Our “bonjour” was a kiss on each cheek … but … he made it last a little longer. As we sat down to wait for the movie to begin he released Pepe. He started with the compliments, then they became more intense and descriptive … comparing me to different beautiful flowers. Then, he started with the PDA … but, it wasn’t your normal PDA. He started by kissing each one of my fingers, one by one, describing each one like one would describe a work of art. Then he kissed my hand pretending to see himself in my future (OK this was getting CHEEEEEZY!!) … then he started kissing up and down my arm. OK, I had to put a stop to this. Thank goodness the movie started (I thought). But he didn’t stop. He kept going. I would pull away and he kept going, whispering things in my ear. Mon Dieu!! The movie finished and we were leaving and what did he do as we were saying goodbye? He grabbed me and dipped me! Wanting a kiss. Kissing my face all over … I couldn’t believe it. I felt like running. I tried pushing him off me and told him to stop. I thought maybe this was a joke. But, no, he was serious. I managed to pry myself from his clutches and couldn’t get out of there fast enough.
Needless to say there wasn’t a date number 3. That was a bit TOO MUCH. Not all French men are like him, that’s for sure. Maybe he was trying to fit into a stereotype, or, he was just like that. But, I’m not like that. In the best of situations I’m not a fan of PDA. This was just extreme. Maybe I’m just irresistible … LOL … non c’est pas vrai!
Well you know what Pepe says lovelies “All is love in fair and war”
Here’s a FUN FACT: In France, Pepe Le Pew is Pepe le putois and he’s Italiano!
Your Sister in Dating Bliss,
Single Dating Diva