So yes, I met a fool, or crazy, or a phenomenon.
few days ago I was dining with my boyfriend Gian, at the end of lunch I decided to release a little while enjoying a moment of inattention Gian to smoke. I go out and sit on a bench that serves as the smoker. On my right place is occupied by a man. Young (well into their thirties) and chilled before you drink.
I sit and light my cigarette. It turns out that since we can no longer smoke as outside institutions, people even Swiss Romande exchange words. He watches me
wrapped in my coat beautiful tiger (synthetic) and approaches me, I noted that one knows. I apologize in advance because I am also physiognomist an oyster and the young man introduces himself: his name is Christopher. For here is the short name will be called C.
C. So remember a brief encounter occurred long ago, in the street. He was accompanied on this occasion a friend of mine. I absolutely do not remember but it's not serious. He adds that I have beautiful eyes.
I finished smoking, I salute him and I go. It also happens when I have lunch with Gian in this delightful little bistro where we like to discuss things in life we take our time. After a long moment we leave the hotel and I am surprised to discover that C. is always in the same place, and it withstands cold and wind, unperturbed. I shake my head, so I welcome and Gian back on my feet to hear what C. has to say. He asks me if I am willing to share a coffee with him, I explained that I must go and make one or two small things, and if possible once finished it is still in the corner I will not hesitate to sit for a moment to enjoy a coffee.
I go and do my two or Small stuff, very honestly forget that again.
Over an hour after leaving the establishment and have shown little enthusiasm for the idea of freezing out with a stranger, my phone rings. And I answer it with even less enthusiasm than I discover that the caller is none other than C. who asked for my phone number from a friend we have in common, and I really think that's the only thing we share Aillons forever. He told me he expects me, as I said .... I explain that a little appreciation from this kind of initiative and knowing that our mutual friend I wonder what he has been able to invent it loose my number, and secondly I really else to do and I have promised never to return. In short, I greet him very politely but curtly.
The morning after this meeting, I'll drink a coffee before starting my workday. I moved like a very happy to read the press, when a hairy man-lands on my shoulder. Is C. By chance, he came to drink his coffee in the neighborhood. He sits without permission. It starts very quickly, explaining that he is a writer, philosopher, sociologist, and he writes now his life's work. In short, it in fact has the same look of Bernard-Henri Levy, the same haircut, same shirt, same mouth too full of teeth and predatory smile that goes with it.
Personally I have great respect for those who take seriously their dreams, but C. me off a bit, I do not know the reason, the poor are not really ugly, and if it is his book become a book is more than good, but it's something that bothers me. Too much smiling, too enthusiastic? too sure of himself? he likes to hear himself talk too much?
short summary, he explained that he was a bit upset not to see me back, especially as part of his work he sometimes feels a little lonely. Oh my .... I explain that my side I've not enjoyed that name too, but right now we can possibly drink this cool little cafe (mine) together? he interrupts me and tells me that the animal "... yes, especially since yesterday I had a surge of testosterone ... I would have liked me in the air, and I t met him. I waited at the end I went home to manage my frustration ... " it's that time of his confidence than I've swallowed the sugar bowl. I watched with big eyes and I asked almost in a whisper "... But what do you believe that even if I returned and explained that you had your worries and existential hormonal I accepted your proposal??"
I'm not particularly prudish, but frankly I have rarely seen a guy so big on drag. He looked at me and smiling idiot has continued its momentum. Seeing the lack of enthusiasm No. 3 that his confession aroused in me he started to become a little more reserved. He gave a capacity that I no longer telling me "good bin, it is called what?". I got up and asked him to erase my number. I told him he could always touching your penis before I called. No, but frankly I could have him stick his face on a C. the fat pig! On top of that he left without settling his coffee.
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