I love Paris, and it seems that Paris loves me too.
The city cares about my sexual health and my personal happiness. It cares enough to be giving out these marvellous little sex kits at bars around town. Included in each is a serving of lube and a condom.
In an age where the pope is in Africa, irresponsibly telling people not to use condoms, I thank the lord that I live in an educated and liberal society.
All I need now is more opportunity to use the damn things. Alas, it seems that if any of you bought a hat based on my posts about the Parisien boy, then I'm afraid we've all peaked too soon. Or so it seems.
Thing is, I actually don't know where I stand with him. You see, we had a date planned for Friday night. He called and cancelled. His reason was valid, but still, he cancelled.
We chatted on the phone yesterday for a while and it was easy and good. We agreed to do something this afternoon/evening. He's just cancelled again. Admittedly, he does yet again have a valid reason, but I think there's a message in it all. I think that it's not to be.
Dear reader, I think it's going nowhere fast, this one.
Oh well, be still my broken heart and all that.
Not that it's broken. Just a little bruised.
Pass the gin.