About Me: Relationships
This page describes my relationships with families, friends, loved ones and enemies.
Éric
I'm putting him first because he roxors and everyone should love him. I do, of course, I love him, truly, madly, deeply. And guess what? He loves me too. That makes us lovers. You know, a couple and all. How cute. :D
Meeting Him
I met Eric in my first year of university. He was friends with acquaintances of mine, so we got to know each other through this. He had a crush on me. Poor little thing, I was looking all around him but never at him "like that". He ended up telling me of his feelings but they just weren't reciprocal back then. I went through a situation-related depression. I can't find the correct medical English term, but to put it simply: shit happens, you depress.
Eric supported me a lot. He was there for me, offering his help and a lot of his time. He would come to see me after school or after work, even though he lived quite far from me. I'm deeply thankful for all he has done to me.
I ended up loving him. We have much in common and get along very well and I only needed time to realize it.
About Him
Eric is basically the essence of geekiness cool. He's a 28-year-old university student in cinema.
He is obsessive-compulsive and it can quite get in the way of him doing daily life things, but he still is a great guy. He understands people well. He composes music and writes stories. He also made and still makes some comics, although that is more rare. It is quite probable that he will become a teacher, while the aforementioned hobbies, as well as making movies, will be asides.
He is a kind and loving person. He can sound harsh at times, but what he says is only the truth and is really for your own good. He loves helping people in need. He isn't rich at all but he is still generous and hates being in debt.
He can get very worried at times, fearing that I don't love him anymore or something like it, but there is really no need for him to worry about it. Je l'aime tout plein.
His skin marks very easily. When he wakes up, I like looking at the scars the sheets have made on his body.
I also like caressing his beard. I always had some form of dislike for beards, but that was before meeting him and loving him.
He usually hates blockbuster movies. Even if he bothers watching them, he'll usually don't like them. I think that generally he prefers Asian movies, among which anime, over others. Among his favorite movies are the Star Wars trilogy (the original one, he hates the new ones), Tonari No Totoro (My Neighboor Totoro).
He likes a lot of geeky stuff: Star Trek, Star Wars, Babylon 5, Dune, Dungeon & Dragons (the RPG, not the (crappy) movie). He is the one who introduced me to Babylon 5, which is an awesome TV series. I managed to make him watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer and he likes it.
He has a particular hatred toward The Matrix trilogy. We also both believe that the worst teen movie ever made is Not Another Teen Movie. Yay for us!
He loves dogs. He worships them. His dog, sadly, was quite old (13) and not in very good health. She was rather fat and, in June 2007, became sick (diahrrea and other fun stuff). She left on her own for "Doggy Land", would say my father. I feel sad for him, having lost my beloved Cléopâtre. He however likes my kitten. Of course, everyone likes my kitten because she's utterly awesome. She even lets him take her and strike her, which is exceptional. She's so scared by everyone.
Being interested in Asian culture, more particularly Japanese, he has learned some Japanese. He can still read the characters and remembers some of it. The only Japanese word I know is "neko", which means cat.
Family
I am the youngest child of a family of five. My parents married in the late 1970s. At the moment, my mother already had a daughter. Together, my parents had one daughter, followed by a son, then two more daughters.
I have always been closer to my mom than to my dad. Although less religious in practice, he has always been more conservative than her. When I told them about my orientation, my father stopped talking to me for a day and remained angry after me for some time. My mother didn't react with anger, but with the "Oh well, that might just be a passage" behavior.
This section is to be continued.
Living With...
Since my moving to Montreal, I live with my sister, her boyfriend, their cat and my kitten. They both have a bachelor in multimedia arts. My sister is working as a graphist and he designs games. While she spends most of her time "doing artistic stuff", he is a gamer. He owns four consoles (Super Nintendo, Nintendo 64, GameCube and Nintendo DS).
Their cat's name is Tao Tao. He is mostly black, with some white in a few places. Aged 1, his favorite pastimes are biting people's toes, verifying whether he can move things, jumping on tables to grab anything he can find (including tomatoes) and carrying things on the other floor. When he finds something upstairs, he brings it downstars, and the other way around.
My kitten is called Béatrice (bay-ah-triss). She is white with some areas that are striped gray. She's very playful. She likes jumping on my arms and legs while I'm trying to sleep, eating my computer's wires and jumping on the keyboard, causing the computer to reboot.
This section is to be updated.
Love Life
I met Dominic in Secondary 1. He was the classic handsome boy you see in movies: tall, thin, strong, green-eyed, brown-haired. I must however admit, now, that there wasn't much to this guy, for me, other than his beauty. I still managed to have a crush on him until Secondary 5. I have been extremely stupid and deeply regret the way I behaved. So I'll avoid talking about it.
While in Secondary 5, I became closer to a boy, Maxime, whom I had known for several years, but had never really been interested in. I discovered how great he was. He was—and still is—a very nice and funny guy. I ended up falling in love with him, of course, but it was unfortunately not reciprocal. On the opposite of Dominic's mocking reaction, he was very nice to me, respecting my feelings even though he didn't share them.
However, in the meantime, I had befriended another boy, called Kévin. He loved me. Stupid as I was, I didn't realize what his true feelings were and used him as a confident. I told him everything that was happening with Maxime, repeating every word of our conversations. Out of jealousy, he started telling me that Maxime hated me, that he thought I was annoying and that he wished I could just leave him alone. I became very angry after Maxime and ended up calling him a liar.
It turned out, of course, that this was all untrue. I excuded myself to Maxime and said that, if Kévin's acts had been successful in any way, it had been in making me stop to love him—that is, Maxime.
Once in college, I met Karl. He was a drug dealer, rather uncaring about the rules of society, with some weird principles, often contradicting himself. I was obsessed over him. He became my inspiration, my muse. I could write several poems a day. He is the one who started talking to me, or rather stalking me, following me around, insisting on greeting me and making everyone notice he was talking to me. At first, I found him annoying, but when I did start being interested in him, he...changed. He became mean, distant, until he stopped coming to school.
I went over him and met another Maxime. We became friends, spending most of our time together. And then I decided I had a crush on him, told him and he stopped talking to me. Now I despise this dumbass.
At the end of 2005, I changed friends—something I do rather often. I had spoken to this guy, Vincent was his name, and I had enjoyed this time. I spoke to him a few more times, and the winter holidays came by.
To be continued...this part is still too fresh to be easy to write.
They Said Of Me...
Clara
I don't know Clara this well. She studies in cinema like I do. I noticed her because she's hard to miss: she dresses pretty much all in white and pink and all of her accessories (bag, pens, etc.) are of the same colors.
I talk to her mostly on MSN Messenger because she's terribly shy. For me to say that someone is terribly shy, it has to be very true. During our conversations, she said a few things concerning her impressions of me:
You seem more mature that me.
You seem to make friends easily, that's good.
I didn't make any efforts to make friends this year. They just happened after one guy started talking to me.
Concerning the fact that pretty much all of my friends are male:
I think that boys like you because you are soft and calm.
Éric
Éric is biased, to say the least. But, then, you could say the same of everyone.
I will first display it as he sent it to me, starting in English and ending in French. I will then give a translation completely into English.
You are a dream and a song. A dawn and a cloud.
Tes yeux se lèvent à l'aurore, le temps d'un arc-en-ciel gêné
Ton rire, par petits coups, trahit le flot de ton cœur, trop violent pour ton petit corps
Tes yeux sont souvent fixés sur l'avenir, ou sur les rêves, loin au-delà de la réalité
À ce moment, si tu es triste, alors l'univers entier doit l'être avec toi
Et si tu es joyeuse, les anges ne peuvent que soupirer de plaisir
Tu te demandes sans cesse si une morale universelle existe
Et si oui, si elle t'a oubliée
Si tu es damnée ou simplement perdue
Si tes paroles sont une arme ou une fleur
C'est le chemin du bois de la générosité
Où les dragons et les chats dansent sous la cime de grands chênes perlés de goutelettes dorées
English version:
You are a dream and a song. A dawn and a cloud
Your eyes rise at dawn, as long as a shy rainbow
Your laughter, with small blows, betrays the flow of your heart, too violent for your small body
Your eyes are often staring at the future, or into dreams, far from reality
At this moment, if you are side, then the entire universe must be sad with you
And if you are happy, angels can but sigh with pleasure
You always wonder whether a universal morale exists
And if it does, whether it has forgotten you
If you are damned or simply lost
If your words are a weapon or a flower
It is the way toward the wood of generosity
Where dragons and cats dance beneath tall oak trees covered in golden drops