A Really Good Date Pt 2 (June 2004)

Ok, so as you know we went to the BBQ - at the house of the friend who used to be a Calvin Klein underwear and jeans model. And Franc wasn't sleazy at all... ignored me sometimes.. maybe he was nervous or trying to play it cool or maybe he just didn't wanna pay 2 much attention to me cos he was with his mates? I dunno...

So apart from shivering and munching, I spent a lot of time looking at fish in the pond while they nattered away in French. Every now and then they would catch themselves and one of them would say: "hey boys speak English". I absolutely LOVED listening to their accents ... anyway.. turns out Franc is a bit of a clown (which is fine) but he did wind me up a few times and he needs to swear less... (a lot less)... maybe he was swore so frequently because he was inebriated - (see prev email : they knocked back 3 or 4 bottles of red wine... I drank water)

After BBQ I was like - ok I am going home now and they were like - no no come out with us - and I was like - dude I'm wearing a white vest and jeans - I'm not dressed for evening functions... I was told I was beautiful and
dragged along anyway... I went to places in London I'd never been before! They thought it was funny that I didn't know where anything was: they were like - "do you actually LIVE in London?" I hang my head in shame :S

First stop was a bar called Bedouin, then another one called Vibe (???)... all I know is it was noisy and cold and I'd been wearing 6 inch heels for over 7 hours... (Although I was enjoying being pampered and wrapped in a guy's jacket, and plied with lots of free drinks!) And the conversation - when in English - was pretty stimulating.. felt like champagne bubbles on your tongue.. (what possessed me to say that?)

Anyway, it got to be after 9 so I was like "ok, can u give me a lift to the station (any station)" -
they were like "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO come on! you don't have to work 2moro - stay out and play with us!"
then they asked me if I knew any bashment /rnb places... so being the inherently wicked chick I am ... I directed them to BRIXTON hahhah

Needless to say they looked incredibly uncomfortable for a while... amazing how different black ppl can be from eachother, I enjoyed watching to see whether they could adapt... they gained some balls when they drank more alcohol, funny that.

I suppose I can understand their discomfort; these guys are like models; investment bankers and IT consultants - well educated, high earning men, most ppl in Brixton clubs I took them to - are ... well how should I put it... NOT

We all know the Brix crew are more likely to be low to moderate income earners with lots of gold jewellery and smoking weed and carrying weapons, the French guys were like - "Lord, please don't let me step on anyone's foot! I don't wanna get shot!"

So the Brixton crowd is all baggy jeans or large shirts.. (designer wear by evisu, moschino, rocawear, fubu etc), and these 3 Frenchies ... well they probably dress like well.. degree educated GQ type men... I mean Franc and Herve were wearing fitted shirts to show off their buff bodies :

HOWEVER!!!! as we all know... in BRIXTON: tight shirts = gay man
and some ppl in Brixton can be pretty homophobic and mean, so I was a bit worried that ppl might make nasty comments or be mean to them thinking they were gay (not that I wud care if they WERE gay - just I was worried about their safety)...so I just had to make sure I danced with all 3 of them you know so ppl wudnt be mean to them? and boy can they dance! woohoo!

Now THAT was a pleasant surprise - cos usually educated black men cant dance to save their lives... hahaha
so I had lots of fun... the thing that was new for me was they kept paying for everything (maybe my frenz need to get jobs man! ahem ahem ) they paid for all my drinks, and my club entry and so on... noone has ever done that for me before- I either pay for myself or for myself and my frenz - so nice not to be the banker this evening - I was just the same as everyone else -

Except I was treated like a princess.. by ALL THREE OF THEM

Franc's a big kid... we kept fighting in the back of the car.. like he hit me, I hit him back (for 10 mins) or I wud call him a name like 'whinge bag' or 'skinny punk'... and he would tickle me as punishment or until I apologised! man - I was out of breath from laughing so much! He was winning as well, til I pinched him and he yelped like a girl (very satisfying that was ha-ha)

After about a solid half hour of me hollering and whelping in the back - the others separated us - they said: "u kids don't know how to play nice!" so Herve sat in the back with me instead and Franc went to the front.

That was probably for the best because DANG! it was HARD to keep my hands off him! I'm like - "hmmm Lord.. it is men like this that cause Christian women to sin!" Shivers of electricity up my spine - the way he held my hand, or my waist (or my arms when trying to twist them roughing me up in quite a tender way lol) - too much man-attention for my starved-for-affection self! Talk about sensual overload... and Andrea - you have GOT to see his lips... purpose by design - u KNOW what I am talking about. (Note - at this point I had been single and celibate for almost 2 years).

Hey - u know that song by Mario - "You should let me love you"....? well, girls, we danced to that - I felt like I was gonna swoon, he held me so tight , we were barely moving at all... and he's like got NO fat on his body (fitness geek) and I was like - "aagh" cursing my love handles!!.. but he just held me and rested his chin on the top of my head (well he's almost 6 foot!) and it was so nice! (I've always wanted a pointy chin man to put his chin on my head!) I could go on and on about that boy's body... but for the sake of dry clothing I wont - if you know what I'm saying! *wink*

I felt so secure and wanted and safe.. and its been ages since I've felt that way.. ok I lie.. I have NEVER felt that way... I felt like someone's sweetie *swoon*... like someone was actually and genuinely happy to be right where he was right then... sharing that moment with ME! no strings attached or conditions and prerequisites.. just easy like Sunday morning.

AND unlike last week's date with a certain door man... not only did I get a lift to my door but NOONE complained AND I got 3 sets of goodnight besos.

Beat that Marilyn!

It was after 5 am when I crept into my bed... feet balled up like fists in spasms of pain! Of course I couldn't walk the next day... and had to sleep with my feet slathered in baby oil and wrapped in hot towels.. but hey - small price to pay for the most amazing date ever!

ps - 2 days left on the 7 day tip.. care to place bets?

Every day I am one blessed step closer to who I will be, one grateful step further from who I used to be, and still I revel in every minute that I am who I am.