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

EllieGant
Janeygodley
MarkJT
THROGMORTON
TRIPPITAKA
LUNADRACONIS
Eggbod

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.

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