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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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