A Really Good Date (June 2004)

Man I don't know where to begin
1. He was so HOT...
2. He was so FINE...
3. He was so HOT!

lol ok on a serious note - we've been talking a couple times a day since I dunno wed or thurs or whenever it was I told you I'd met him.

We really seemed to get on and I was looking forward to meeting him - especially because unlike Donovan - this dude was calling/messaging everyday!

So after being completely knackered from sat night and my efforts to get home on time so I could row... I was pretty nervous about meeting Franck... it just didn't seem real that you could meet someone online and him be normal... or as good looking as his photos. I figured he must be toothless, cos he never smiled in his pics... or maybe those weren't his pics at all... maybe I was about to be murdered by a psychopathic serial killer! so I had just about talked myself out of going, when he range and said he was gonna be about 20 mins late... I was like... wow! No-one's ever called to let me know before... they just keep me waiting... so I figured I at least owed it to him to show up, even if it was to say - see ya!

I threw on (and I mean literally threw on) the first thing I could find: a white vest and some jeans (so much for planning a perfect entrance - see how convinced I was that he was gonna be rubbish? I didn't even think it was gonna be worth the effort!) Boy was I in for a surprise... and oh how I would curse the moment I decided to wear 5 inch wedges!

So... I arrived 45 mins late, not intentionally of course - but as I said - I had talked myself into believing he was gonna be a right dog. So literally dragging my heels I sauntered up to the park in the roundabout (canary wharf) and lo and behold he was still there... sitting patiently... looking all endearing all alone on the bench.

Introduced myself and apologised for being late. He said: ‘did I mention it?' and I said no, and he said: ‘well then.' and shrugged it off. I was flabbergasted (my ex would have started yelling at how I was wasting his time and he could have been doing important things instead of waiting around in a park!)

we chatted for a while, I was starving, he invited me to his best friend's BBQ - I was a bit reluctant because I am shy and don't like going places when I don't know anyone - but then I took a look at his body and thought - well.. I can go home and watch TV... or spend the afternoon looking at THAT! No contest really!

So off we went...

He annoyed me a bit on the bus (there was a baby crying and he kept whinging about it, my friend says I am too picky - he was probably just nervous having to sit next to me... or slightly immature ROFL). Otherwise he was good company and made me laugh quite a bit - which was nice. Very good sense of humour. Reminds me so much of myself at times! After a rather interesting bus journey (hahaha) and after him guessing several times which bus stop it was (apparently the last time he visited his friend from canary wharf angle he got off 2 stops early and spent ages walking!) Luckily for me (and for his hide) he got it right this time. His best friend lives in an amazing place (I really like living spaces). Herve (the best friend) lives in a gated mews: you go through the gates across an industrial looking courtyard (t'was an old factory), then through reception (complete with concierge) onto another courtyard, the centrepiece of which is an amazing pond, with white lilies on dark, blue-green water and black fish swimming up and down its length and breadth. The thing looked the width of TWO swimming pools and just as long... even had its own pontoon with decking and pathway lights. Herve was busy on the BBQ. His flat is pretty cool too... smallish but well laid out with very high ceilings! Franck introduced me as ‘bajanlily’ - saving both of us from the embarrassment of having to explain how we really met (eek)! There was one other friend there: Laurent. So there was little me with three native French speakers... smiling and nodding cos half the time I didn't understand. I used to be fairly fluent in French but that was almost 13 years ago - rusty as an old tin can now I am! it was alright when they slowed down... after about an hour of this (with me munching quietly in the background while they nattered away, shivering slightly in the cold...) they'd consumed enough red wine to marinate their livers - and realised that they should probably speak English... which started a debate on whether they should speak English or I should learn to speak French... at which point Franck opted to speak Portuguese... and seeing as how my Spanish is better than his - that was just fine with me HAH! I felt pretty smug when they all gave in and reverted to English. Turns out Herve is a former Calvin Klein model (that would explain SO much!!) *drool...* Franck seems to be a bit of a clown - but I like that - cos I know I was like that growing up... only thing is that might annoy me in 7 days eh? :P hahaha Almost collapsed with desire when he touched me - who said he could touch me? He decided to tickle me because I wouldn't tell him what derogatory comment I'd made to Herve (about Franck). I like that boyish side of him. Or at least I do for now. Got a nice hug too - and he gave me his jacket when I said I was cold... what? Do fellas like that still exist? I was shocked! Anyway - around half 7, I was like ok - time to go now (date number 2 and all that), and Franck was like: I thought you were coming with us to (can’t remember the name of the bar) in Farringdon? I was like... “Er nah... I've gotta go home...” he just smiled. 'And I am not dressed for going out' I protested.

He just smiled: "u look beautiful"

A few minutes later, there was me standing outside the bar with three French guys I'd only just met -7 hours ago - having the time of my life!