Hello,

After a long pause away from my blog, i am back again and i want to share this with you.

You know i love partying and particularly brasilian parties.

Few weeks ago i went to a brazilian party, a birthday party in fact.

I would say fantastic. Files are too havy to be all dispalyed here but, yes but you can go on watch this on my photobuckets page. A dancer from Brazil tropical in paris during her exhibition.

I hope you enjoy!!

Last barefoot walk in Plouharnel!

There were 54 of barefooters, young and elders walking on a path and by sea ( low tide of course)

That was a very exciting day.

I am going to write a lot. Pictures and movies will tell.

Go here to see more.

Enjoy!

When i have guest or friends for dinner, i am always busy between the kitchen and the living room while guest have conversation.

Because they have this:

Enjoy

Still no one since i put my ad and very determined to go on. I was expecting another young man only 22 in the evening. One of those two young men that offered to marry me.

It was a funny evening. As i was very cold, and i can't stand cold weather, my friend, an actress lent me her fur coat; a very nice coat, never used.

I put it on to please her although i was'nt really at ease. She was really happy to help and to be able to justify this coat, never used in her wardrobe

I couldn't help worrying about my outfit which i thought sould make the guy fly

But he didn't.

We went to Porte des Lilas and, not far from the bar Le Relais des lilas and sat on a bench.

Despite my fur coat, my buttocks was getting frozen. He could have invited me in a coffee shop, but I was indulgent. We did not know much where to begin or what to do. After a long silence, I told him that I was cold

Would you like to have a walk?

Why not?

He was very respectful, who wouldn't be?

Me, several years older than him, him 22 years old

Me in my fur coat which I even didn't know the price unaware we were both a weird pair. ...

I asked him why he had replied to my ad, he explained that he hadn't met any girl in his native town neither in Paris as he was very usy with his work.

He really wanted to meet someone.

I am older than you, does that matters to you?

No, I would not have come to meet you

To myself ( right). I was feeling silly with my stupid questions;

I was cold anyway so i decided to go home.

We walk back to my friends' house, i said good bye and kissed him on the cheekn, then, at my great surprised, he began to cry.

Didn't know what to do.

First I was afraid, then I realized that this was nothing but loneliness.

Tired of living on his own, in his room, no one to talk to, every evening, no one to go out with ....

I Hugged him and firmly told him to go home and promised another rendez vous.

He left at last.

11 pm, a call, it was him.

Just wanted to let me know that he was home safe and sound, that he was glad to have spent sometime with me and would love to see me again.

We arranged another rendez vous tuesday evening: we both agree to go to movie and had diner at his appartment.

A tiny place, simply laid out, clear, welcoming. I sat on a chair, He cooked pasta with fish and butter. Not a very great dish, really simple. That doesn't matter, He tried that was the most important.

I was wondering in fact what i was doing in that place, late in the evening with a young man met the week before.

We finished diner, we had a friendly conversation then i finally ended in bed, not what you may imagine. Nothing happened; I trusted him and i was right.

He wouldn't have dared to touch me without my permission.

I left late in the night. He proposed to take me to Villedieu the following week end in his family.

That was the thing not to do. I feared t people would think that I wanted to take advantage of him, that he show weakness like on our first rendez vous, at any refusal from me, the least problem we could encounter in our married life.

I feared all that and that fear won.

He called several times, I gave various reasons for postponing the week end in his family then he stopped calling...

I didn't know if i was right, what do you think?

I've been tagged by PHOEBE69

a. list seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself
b. tag seven people to do the same
c. do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag "whoever wants to do it"

1) I am a blog addict so first thing i do in the morning is to turn my computer on

2) I take a hot shower before breakfast

3) And spend an hour blogging

4) I Love fashion and music

5) I collect magazines and many other things

6) I hate people shouting

7) I dream of becoming a writer and a famous fahion designer

Now your turn

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MarkJT
THROGMORTON
TRIPPITAKA
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These videos are make with my cell phone.

They are not professionnel but could help you with your Valentine night.

After the boaster, i give another call.

Now it a charming biker in leather jacket (I used to dislike bikers, I don’t know why…)

Probably related to the fact that in my native country, owning a bike was a luxury middle class people like my family couldn’t afford; a toy for rich and spoiled “bad boys”.

So I saw this guy, holding a rose, second man coming with flowers. How nice!

Now let’s see what is hiding behind… I soon won’t appreciate what’s coming

During our conversation he spoke about their regular bikers gatherings, when women are busy with cooking sausages and merguez, men go for a ride and come bak later to lunch and "chat" and drink

Not for me, I do not like merguez, or sausage ..

No I am not going to cook sausage and merguez and chat while my husband is away with others..

He made a nice promiss before he left: "I will send a red rose every day until our next rendez vous"

I didn’t call back and the roses didn’t come.

I was starting to doubt my project would succeed.
As I told you, I had to give a push to reach my objectives so I called another man from my list. The biker didn’t match so I call the young father who sent a photo of his baby,

Though he looked good and nice, I wasn’t sure we would match because he told me he and the baby had been abandoned by his wife and I didn’t want to be punished for another woman’s faults. I chosed to cancel our rendez vous.

Better not get involved in a complicate story.

I still have his photo, 14 years after they were really so cute…

Then I met the paysagist.

Dressed in a grey jacket he didn’t inspire me at all. We stayed standing in the street for almost an hour. May be to save money. He spent this street rendez vous to list what he liked and disliked, what he hated above all and stressed his aversion for women trying to grabb his money.

He had worked so hard to get were he was, on his own, that he wouldn’t get involved with a griddy woman, only loving him for his money

Anyway I did not want anything from him, nor his money nor his bag, nothing.

As he was speaking, I took a glance to his mouth, his teeth, I was guessing how I could kiss him,

Impossible!

He was very much worrying about his money and I was worrying about his mouth.

I am sorry, but I can’t

I was tired, no hope, a little bit depressed;…

I was seriously wondering about the wisdom whether i would succeed in my project then I got a surprise

Jessmahule

Some said chocking, i claim sexy, plenty of sensuality.

Anyway i wanted to be happy with my creation and make women who want to blossom.

Jessmahule

How i get inspired?

Well i am not an artist. I am only supposing i were. Some times it pops in my mind: i am my only fan. My pseudo painting decorates my bed room or dining room. Sometime it is just an idea which i lay down on a paper like this:

Unveiled woman.

I love it!

Jessmahule

SHOW ME YOUR TATOO

NICE WEEDING DECORATION

By jessmahule

Still nobody, I was feeling desperate...

I am meeting several bachelors today to give it a push.

The boaster: we met at Beaubourg. He took me to the BHV; If you have seen ROMUALD ET JULIET then you know what it was; Daniel Auteuil choosing the household appliances for Juliet his wife to be. I am still wondering what was the point of this date spent shopping at BHV. We run through household departments, pointed at what seemed to be useful for him or for us, i didn't know. And the young salesman continuously asked

"What do you think madam?"

I didn’t answer, i had no ideas about what to answer as I even didn’t understand what I was doing there..;

I didn’t have time to answer anyway, as we automatically skipped to something else; the refrigerator, an oven, a T..;

Finally he needed time to make up his mind. So I thank the salesman and we left.

Ouf I need to breathe, I pretended a family reunion to shorten the date but he insisted on having a coffee. So we get in a coffee shop nearby BHV

So i listened to him talking about his boat, at Saint Tropez, his house, his job, I could not remember what his job consisted in, I wasn’t listening at all.

We left at last. He was almost running instead of walking, I did my best to follow, and by the way i made a great discovery: a cloud of dandruff on the back of his dark coat.

No way. I promised I would call and never did..;

Jessmahule

The following day we went shopping. He started again whirling his beret on and off his head.

I didn't dare to pay attention to this and behaved as if he was not there.

While we were shopping, he kept walking behind like my shadow, hands in his pockets, not event offering to help although i was loaded like a donkey.

When i was taking my keys out to open the gate, he finally offered to give me a hand.

No than you so much, i can manage

I didn't like him at all

On sunday i cooked a good lunch: a coq au vin, in which i unfortunately poured the whole content of a pepper plant.

I swear i did not do it on purpose, it really was an accident.

The poor shap ate without turning a hair and even made compliments. I think that was his punishment for the big torture i had surrered the day before.

After diner, Wolker tried to play piano; although he was a very good pianist, i was not interested, i didn't like him, i did not like his behaviour and i did not give him any opportunity to show me his still un veiled qualities. I didn't want to listen to Mozart oe Beethoven.

He tried to convince me but i politely and firmly reminded him that we were in a peaceful, quite area and i didn't want trouble with my neighbours

On monday morning at 10, i went to see him off at the station and finish? another turning point in my quest for a husband.

Next

He was really getting on my nerves and i wished he changed his mind and get into the train again and back to where he came from.

But i had to be fair to each guy coming for the date so..That were the rules. Be patient and polite to everybody.

And who knows. He might have some hidden qualities i hadn't had time to discover yet.

He asked to have the piece of pizza left wrapped and stored it delicately in his backpack.

You would think we were going home,wouldn't you?

I did too; Unfortunately for me, we had to walk to Place des Vosges that fresh March evening: he madly wanted to capture the night lights of this famous parisian place.

Here we were! Fixing the equipments? I was changed into an apprentice photographer.

I was praying for him to finish quickly so as i could go home and get to bed.

11:30 pm. at home at last. I was worn out and frozen. After i had shown him his room, i said good night and left.

Jessmahule

Tonight is fashion night.

Another aspect of jessmahule. I am fashion addicted. I collect stuff like shoes, jewels, bags....

And there was also a time when iused to dream i was a fashion designer. Here is one piece of my design during my fashion run away

I am not famous and i even stop designing but i am still addicted. Just wanted to show you...

Good night.

i wish i hadn't offered him shelter so promptly.

Wolker, that was his first name, wanted to visit Paris so i suggested the african oceanian art museum to start with.

When we reach the museum, we spent time scanning every mask and every other african object that was displayed in the museum. Same for the aquarium;i was completely exhausted when we finally left after we had fed our inquiring mind: it was almost 6 pm.

Of course too late to cook dinner and i didn't feel like to it anyway so i took him to the restaurant. After long discussing on the choice, i stepped into the next italian restaurant we passed in the street, i clearly informed him i wa going there and nowhere else and sat at a tble in the middle of the room. That didn't suit him so he asked the waiter if we could change and we ended behind a pillar, a place thought to be left for non important people, i am not a VIP but i hate to be sitted there.

I ordered a pizza( pizza becomes my favourite dish when i am in a hurry). The faster we eat the quicker we go home. He ordered wine. Fine I said, but i soon got annoyed again but his behaviour with his glass.

Imagine cowboys in saloon; when they and their glass of whisky, drink it their head back as if they were repressing an epistasis. He swallowed his wine and finished noisily and made the glass slipped on the bar.

I knew in advance he could not be the good one!

jessmahule

He I was expected on saturday; I had to find a cheap. he had not enough money to spend Finaly i decided to rent the the spare room in my friend's place.They were away for the week end and i of course asked them.…

So on saturday, i went to pick him at the train station. When it stopped at last, i saw a tall slim man wearing a green beret on I awaited it the week end according to. One needed that I find a hotel room to him, not expensive, with bets, easy of access, all parassait to him extremely expensive. The final solution was to lodge it. After all it came for me.

When the train finally stopped, I saw a young tal man, with a green beret on the head, he was wearing a green raincoat.

I had travelled a lot to Bavaria an i loved their style but except in the country, i had never met that style before.

Good,style does not have too much to do with our date. We will see later.

So i took him home,by the underground but on the way i was already sorry for my prompt proposal.

Wolker, tht was is first name, had this annoying way of playing with his beret.Imagine a juggler who uses a beret for a plate, his finger as a stick that make the beret twirl and twirl before it ended up on his head.

I had to bare that for an hour and a half, then the week end.

I told you before, i am always shooting wherever i go. Here at the bank i interrupt this charming lady to ask "let me see you hand and the rings"

Here is the result.

Perhaps a good way to make friend???

In my office in Paris.

Jessmahule

I made a pause after the bleeding chicken disaster just to keep a correspondance with other bachelors.

Then one wednesday morning,

"Ho, a letter of Berlin!" A rather charming , supposedly educated young man, a physician. What kindof discussion are we supposed to have? i don't have a hint. It's almost already difficult between french speakers... I am a french speaker, he speaks german is quite a beginner in english, so did i.

Not worse than my late dinner. I wanted to see what would come out of the unknown berliner coming to Paris by train to seek love.

He was expected on saturday; I had to find a cheap hotel, not far from Paris. He din't have enough money to spend Finally i decided to rent the spare room at my friend's place.They were away for the week end and i of course asked them.

So on saturday, i went to pick him at the train station. When it stopped at last, i saw a tall slim man wearing a green beret...

Let me introduce my third date to you.

A real disaster! I was very fond of the guy. Same age; He sent a photograph in his first letter. Fair, very smart, a famous to be sporting coach for heads staff; he used to travel a lot on the french Riviera.

I had to do as much as i could to get his attention. As in a film, I chose to be at ease and very mature and sexy as i could.The message I left on his answering service could not have remained without a feedback...

After a good training, you have this: "good evening, a good dinner with a good wine, discussion at place (coin du feu), if that'sappeals you(interested), give me a call when you are backa, here is my phone number."

Here we are, the invitation was launched, too late to change my mind. I had to assume now. At my great surprise, he called back on Wednesday, He was back in Paris again, he thought my idea audacious, absolutely original and he loved women who are not afraid of taking initiatives.

Was this reality or a good part in a movie? No idea at all, what i was sure of was that i felt a sensation of panic. Second proposition for a dinner in a two weeks time...

Crazy wasn't it? I couldn't believe it. Cancel the home rendez vous for a dinner at the restaurant? But what he had appreciated was the idea of dinning by the fire place.

Saturday morning I ask one of my friend what she thinks of my idea, she said " the simpler the better, and if that is not enough to him, he can take you to the restaurant"

I decided to cook rosted chicken with fresh mint pasta. Not really original, i would rather focus on the environment. Candles, beautiful tablecloth, good wine, and a pretty dress.

4. 30 pm, someone calling: " hello, this is "Jacques" ' let's call him Jacques), I am sorry i will be a little bit late, i have to meet a friend at 5:30 would you wait for me please?"

" that's ok for me, don't worry"

I made approximative calculations to put my chicken in the oven so as to be ready at 9 p.m.

7 pm I started cooking my chicken, twenty minutes later, telephone again,

"it is me, I am still at my friend, but I assure you we are dining together"

Ouhhhhhhh welllllllll,that was really starting to get on my nerves but i calm down and with a soft voice, I answered him that he could take all the time requested to be with his friend, it is saturday after all....
If there is anything i hate most,that was waiting after people; that could get me histerical sometimes... I took my dish off the oven to avoid overcooking;

7. 30 a call again; "I have finished earlier than expected i am not far from your place, i will be there in a few minutes"

My googdness, he is coming and the chicken is not cooked. Complete panic, I put the chicken into the oven,at maximum heat, it will cook more quickly, the chicken was rosted out but bleeding when I started to cut it.

A big disaster! I throwed the towel before the fight had started. the dinner was a failure, the whole masked with apparent ease, we ordered a pizza and dine like friends.

Instead of a romantic diner, we had a good discussion, where Jacques was the speaker and i the listener; I had to hear most of the spicy anecdotes that had illustrated his working life, with his "star" custumers.

Part of his life as a bachelor since then, In fact he was looking for a woman to meet from time to time when he was in Paris, no ties, no commitment.

He prefered to remain free.

A good digestif after our pizza, a delicate kiss later and we were walking on the lane towards the gate,

Jessmahule

Jessmahule

I could have felt in love with him at first sight but he was only 22 years old.This rendez vous after much hesitation.

The first moments were very intense, he had a bunch of roses and a small box of chocolate, i love chocolate and he was handsome but 25... what a pity!

I gave no chance to this rendez vous but we spent a nice almost romantic evening, chatting and laughing, as good friends, he felt how reticent i was though and got shyer and very serious for a moment. At the end of the evening, before leaving, he became suddenly serious and made that weird and unexpected proposal.

My impression is that you are not interested in me, but i don't mind, I can love for two, I will marry you, we will learn to know each other, and everything will then come naturally.

My god! That was the first time during that dinner he was speaking so deeply.

I was wordless and said

"well eurhh, what a surprise, but you even don't know me really.You are too young for me, you could meet a girl you age"

"i don't need to meet a girl my age, i am talking to you"

I didn't want to hurt him after; a pause i suggested we take time to think about it again and have a serious discussion later.

We kissed each other as good mates after i had promissed to give him a call.

I gave a try several time but hang off before he answered and nothing ... I couldn't do that,I preferred to keep the memory of the handsome 25 year old young man who wanted to marry a woman he barely knew, me.

What would have you done?

Jessmahule

Two sweet young men had been selcted too. After the trader's call, I rang one of them.

I am meeting the « illustrator » today. Our phone discussion sounded quite natural, he had the same family name as one of my english teacher at secondary school, i used this coincidence as an introducing tool.

« I bet you are from Mister D's family, aren't you? »

« no i don't think so, this is a real coincidence, i have no teacher amoung my relatives »

We felt at easy very quickly.

"What about a walk in Paris? I love Place des Tertres in the 18 ème."

I didn't want to be caught walking side by side with him, i wouldn't be at ease walking in parisian streets with a 25 year old man. Four years difference meant a lot for me.

I feared people' judgement, i felt like a cheating person, an old lady taking advantage on a young man. At this period of my life, i used to have my african way of thinking. For me it was right to see a man older than his wife, not the other way.

He was waiting for an answer, any proposal so i said in a shy voice:

« Why not a diner at my place just you and me? »

Even today i am realising how crazy it was to invite a stranger at my place, any « darling » hiding behing a phone could change in a very dangerous one after all.

« Oh yes, good idea. So we arranged a rendez vous at 8 pm in the house where i used to live at french friends of mine. Remenber, those friends who tried to find my firt date.

I dressed very simply, it is bad to over dress when you are the hostess.At 8 the door bell rang, i saw a young, tall, slim walking shyly on the lane.

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