As luck would have it, I met a Frenchman last weekend. We will be having a 3rd date tomorrow evening. Unless it doesn’t happen of course. I try not to get my hopes up anymore.
Then there’s another Frenchman that kind of resurfaced from a long time back. He helped me move in to my current apartment. And then, well, it just didn’t happen. I was never free when he was, which was always last-minute. And he was never free when I was. So we flatlined. A few weeks ago, he made a come back. He is supposed to be making me a raclette dinner next week with a bottle of Chablis. Again, we shall see if it happens.
But hey, all or nothing right? Either I will see neither one. Or I will see both.
Two Frenchmen. TWO.
I will be back very soon with updates. So far I have kissed just the first Frenchman. Suffice it to say he was a ridiculously good kisser. I haven’t even come close to kissing the second Frenchman. I always thought he just wanted to be friends actually.
All in the name of research, I tell you.