Well the ex wanker bf and I had planned to go climb some limestone cliffs in a place called Buoux and in another place called Cimai in the south of France and any other place we found that struck our fancy.
So we bought tickets months in advance, arranged time off, etc. Now the ex used to climb lots w/his friend 'Ben'. Fair enough, but 'Ben' started climbing w/an ex-shag of my boyfriend's called 'Beth'. She started muscling in a lot on us at the climbing gym whilst we trained for the trip - the ex bf was a MUCH better climber than I ever was - and at first I blew it off but it started to annoy me. Still I didn't say anything to the bf b/c well what was the point of that. Until I found her in our loft one day when I came home from work. She was waiting for ex to finish his shift - he was an A&E doc. She'd never given back his key! And he wasn't at all bothered. I'll bet!
So the man and I had a few rows and I was like, 'B*gger this, we're through.' Again. And I arranged to move out after we got back. But we had the tix to go to France and I was gonna be damned if I'd let her ass spoil my trip, especially b/c none of them spoke any French.
Things went from bad to worse once we arrived and rather than feel miserable or argue I wound up calling one of my host brothers from when I first lived in France. He lived in Chamonix with his wife and two kids so they invited me to come and stay w/them instead of just the couple of days I planned to spend w/them at the end of the trip. So I ditched those losers adn off I went.
I was having a walk one day and I heard my name being spoken, but in accented English. I turned and there was 'Eric', the surgeon. Quelle surprise!
He'd just climbed some minor peaks around there and was just enjoying the rest of his holiday, his first after his divorce. We had a few drinks and then I spent the better part of one week with him - much to my host brother's delight (he was my first).
Then it was time at last to meet the losers for the return. Only I showed up at the train station in Eric's flash Audi and we shared a long goodbye kiss . He had wanted to drop me off. And I had loads of nice gifts to take home, including some lovely lingerie. Good memories, too .
The ex was like, 'Who's that old man?' I just grinned from ear to ear and said, 'Smooth as Tennessee whiskey, sweet as California wine . . . '