Yep, I totally blew it. I *revealed* myself and she ran, ran, RAN! Ha ha. I learn one day.

I'm back in Nice, trying to get close to a beautiful girl I met here last month. It seems to be a massive learning curve. As far as I can tell, she seems to like me, but is doing nothing until I reveal myself. This, of course could all be a cunning ploy to see if I wuss out on her and 'declare' my love for her, at which point I can only see her dust, or perhaps she is really genuine and super careful. Either way, it's kind of odd, when you go on a couple of dates with someone and end up making out, and staying over, and having a lovely intimate time with them, then the next time you see them, it's like it never happened, and it's back to square one.

Can you imaging going for a drink with someone, who doesn't speak your language, so you are speaking in theirs, only they are super shy to start with, so it's up to you ignite the conversation. Wow, but that's tough.
Hmmm, I'm not holding my breath!

x

I've had another long, drawn out drunken weekend in Paris, with my Irish friend Tommy. Man though this city is beautiful. Think it's about time I got a job though.

Oh, by the way, I've just posted a short story in Dirty Smutty Storytime, called "Bondage in Paris".
Go and check it out...

Ok, I'm new to all this, so bear with me.
I've spent a lazy day, prepping my flat to photograph it and put it up on Craigs List to let in August, which is dull, but needs to be done to fund my 2 weeks holiday in Nice.
Then went for a stroll in Père Lachaise cemetery, (where Jim Morrison is buried) and started doing a sketch of the scene below.

And after all these years, I'm actualy considering getting a tatoo. (It's this damn site that's doing it!)
I kind of thought that 35 was when you start regretting the tatoo's you got when you were 18, not start planning your first one. Well, we'll see about that.

See ya.