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