No sooner had I got rid of the date from Saturday night - nice guy, funny, interesting, lives on my street, not potential husband material - than the Homer Simpson Socks guy called.
Well, I say 'no sooner' but in reality there was at least four hours sleep between one leaving and the other calling. Needless to say, I wasn't particularly chirpy, nor was I thinking straight when he called.
"What are you up to?" said HSS.
"Sleeping" said I, "just sleeping".
"You want company?"
"Huh? You want to come over for a sleep?" said I. "Why would you do that?"
"No." Said HSS, "I wasn't planning on sleeping. I'll be there in ten minutes". And with that he hung up. It seemed the decision had been taken out of my hands.
That afternoon, after HSS had left, I went for a stroll on the Ile St. Louis. It's a good place for a Sunday afternoon 'blow the cobwebs away' kind of walk.
The Ile St. Louis was the place where the rich lived in ye olde Paris. Where the advisors to the king, his money-counters and architects lived and where they built their 'hôtels particuliers' - mini mansions that are today inhabited by lawyers, bankers and local celebrities. Plus ça change, eh?
I stopped for a beer at a local hostelry and took stock.
My goal of finding me a husband and settling down isn't happening. I don't know why. I'm working on the basis that it's a numbers game - the more dates I go on, the more likely I am to hit the jackpot. But I currently feel like I'm whoring my ass round town and getting lots of fun, but no happiness from the process. Maybe I have the wrong approach. Maybe I should be more selective.
This 'one-out-one-in' approach has its benefits but is it helping me to achieve my goal? I look at my coupled friends and I'm jealous. I see happy twosomes walking down the street and I get envious. Paris is so full of romantic couples that it's not a great place to be single.
But maybe I'm expecting too much. Maybe I just need to relax and recognise that things take time. And just enjoy myself in the meantime.
Who knows. Either way, it looks like HSS is planning on becoming a regular bedroom fixture so at least I won't die of desperation...