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