The One With The French Garcon

After a couple of months of dating Cowboy Steve, we had our first, rather spectacular break-up. This one was actually more on my account, quite ironic given how this would play out in the future. Let’s just say, don’t leave the choice of condoms to the guy…..

Anyway, as my lighter heartbreak remedy of choice has always been a new date, voila the French guy appeared on the scene just at the right time. There was no way this was going to be anything serious ever – not because he was French of course – so I was pretty flirty and maybe, possibly a little on the risque side too both in my texts beforehand and when we met. This date was actually really good, probably or despite us both knowing from the start it wasn’t going to be anything else than lighthearted distraction. He had to find me in the National Gallery, I just gave him a hint what exhibit I was looking at. Try it sometime, I promise you it’s a lot more fun than you think. We had a coffee in the Crypt Cafe, followed by a trip to Camden Lock, having drinks and the occasional cigarettes (no I don’t normally smoke, but as I said, risque and all that). We flirted quite blatantly with each other and as the evening drew in it was very obvious where this was heading. I was trying to play a little bit hard to get, just to keep up appearances at least to a degree, but I reached the point of fuck this (literally) quite soon. No one knew this guy, the likelihood of us ever crossing paths again in normal life was zero percent so I might as well have a bit of fun.

Being responsible adults we went to buy some condoms (I chose!!) first, which was quite hilarious as the poor shop assistant got utterly red-faced watching us stand in front of them trying to work out which ones would be the best ‘fit’ (that one I left to Frenchie after all he knew better on that count). I think it had more to do with the fact that he tried to work out why two middle aged people needed them in the first place.

Let me tell you, at least this French guy was living up to expectations. More than once I might add. It was entertaining, satisfying and a lot of fun. Definitely a thing of the moment, but just what I needed and wanted right then. A bit like a KFC after a workout at the gym. Not something you would do all the time, but you can’t always be good and when you want to be bad, you might as well make it count. We did see each other again a few days later for a repeat performance, but by then things were smoothing over with Cowboy Steve and I couldn’t resist rekindling that so Frenchie was put on the shelf. I doubt he was too upset about this though, so don’t feel too bad for him.

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