Ok, no need to go and buy hats. I put FrenchGirl in a taxi to the airport 10 minutes ago. We've had several days of tourism and sex. Both were good. She's said she's glad she found out the chemistry was there after all, but its not enough. She's never met anyone who makes her feel as safe and secure as I do, she knows I'd be a great husband and father, but she needs the butterflies, and she's not feeling them with me.
So, I've told her that its over, we're not going to be friends, as I've felt this way for years, as she knows, and I'm not going to stop feeling it. I want someone who feels the same way I feel, not someone who may at some point decide to be with me because I'm the best option available at the time. We talked about being FWB but I can't do that with her.
I said to call me only when she's had sleepless nights missing me and wants to move to Budapest or London to be with me. She cried when I put her in the taxi. I am now sitting at a terrace cafe drinking coffee and feeling a little bit like the world has stopped.
Still, second date with Aruba tomorrow night. Onwards and upwards, eh.