Luc's gone, François never called...
But last night I finally, a month after his original contact, met up with Dov. Dov is from Isreal, parents from Croatia and (?) France (?), so he is blonde, blue eyes with light skin. He holds the Isreali record for the 200 meter breast stroke and has competed in the Olympics. Gave up his professional swimming career in 2004 and became a banker. Now managing $150 million worth of private funds. You must have at least a million to put your money in his bank. Didn't think I would have a good time with him as he is an Isreali banker...as he thought he would only be out with me for an hour being that I am an American. However, we had a good time!
We met up at La Terrace, outside bar on the side of the lake, and had two glasses of red wine. Then went to a cafe and had pizza and Bianco martinis and diet coke. Then took his motorcycle (its sooooo cool and goes really fast!) to another bar...where we decided there wasnt enough action...so we drove on past and ended up at La Bohème. My first time at La Bohème. There were a lot of mega-wealthy (unattractive) Arab oil tycoons and high class prostitutes. The music was good and we danced a little while...but it is only a dance club Tuesday nights, so the floor was too small and no one was really shakin' it. (Four of my toes are still numb on the tips from how mad I went with François Saturday night.)Sooooo, we moved outside where we kissed and had two more glasses of wine.
The verdict:
-Attractive
-Like his motorcycle (He has planned for our next date to take it for a ride in the mountains.)
-Not a bad dancer, but could certainly be better.
-Same with the kissing. In both these feilds I would like a bit more testosterone.
-Complete gentleman.
-He speaks French
My French class is over this Friday, and I will be back at work next week. One more month till freedom to go out on weeknights is a bedtime story. Can I loose 10 pounds?
We met up at La Terrace, outside bar on the side of the lake, and had two glasses of red wine. Then went to a cafe and had pizza and Bianco martinis and diet coke. Then took his motorcycle (its sooooo cool and goes really fast!) to another bar...where we decided there wasnt enough action...so we drove on past and ended up at La Bohème. My first time at La Bohème. There were a lot of mega-wealthy (unattractive) Arab oil tycoons and high class prostitutes. The music was good and we danced a little while...but it is only a dance club Tuesday nights, so the floor was too small and no one was really shakin' it. (Four of my toes are still numb on the tips from how mad I went with François Saturday night.)Sooooo, we moved outside where we kissed and had two more glasses of wine.
The verdict:
-Attractive
-Like his motorcycle (He has planned for our next date to take it for a ride in the mountains.)
-Not a bad dancer, but could certainly be better.
-Same with the kissing. In both these feilds I would like a bit more testosterone.
-Complete gentleman.
-He speaks French
My French class is over this Friday, and I will be back at work next week. One more month till freedom to go out on weeknights is a bedtime story. Can I loose 10 pounds?