DAY TWENTY ONE, TWO and THREE of MySexLifeInParis

Butch, I miss you.

Since you left all I see are asses and so much potential, but nobody with whom to share all this wealth of information.

I am left without choice: I had to turn serious so I called my new friend Baptiste, stand up comedian and we spoke serious. It does sound a little bit a nonsense – a comedian that speaks serious, but in my humble experience lot of comedians are dead serious when not on a stage, actually most don’t laugh on a stage as well.

And I went to see other two stand up shows. In Paris in this moment there are something between fifty and one hundred one man shows. They take place in small theaters called café theater that are actually exactly as a standard theater but a lot smaller and sort of informal. I’ve been on shows were there were only twenty to thirty people and the most these places can do is around fifty, maybe seventy people in the audience. The shows almost to the minute last one hour, so they are sort of short and they are not expensive – around 15 euros per ticket that can become only 11 if you buy it on the day of the show. The quality is not excellent but there is always something to laugh about.

In Paris a part from Seine there is another big water: St. Martin’s canal. People often go to the shores of this canal, take food with them and dine next to the water. It is interesting: a little bit alternative and hippie. I went there with some people I know; one of them is moving to Berlin so they talked about rents in Berlin and in Paris.. an eternal subject that seams to have its share in whatever conversation. They spoke about bicycles, technical aspects. So I said I hated Museum of the primitive people’s art and got my share of attention. But, than they continued about Dubai that one of the guys visited couple of times this year - its economy and ecological issues regarding its development as it is. (and not a word about shopping.. which is actually great in Dubai. Nobody to ask me what I think about Dubai and about rents and about bicycles. Really, however interesting the subject can be if you have to fight to say something it is not interesting at all.)

And I had my first real date. I rarely have dates with people I like. For I usually understand much before a date if I like or not somebody and I like somebody every five years. So, patience for another couple of years and I am ready for the next big encounter.

I am really the last person on the world that can give advise in dating, if nothing because I just have very little experience in the field.

The guy I had dinner with the other day is a real gentleman: charming, sincere, goodhearted, good-looking, polite and in every way an excellent company. I can hardly find any reason not to throw myself in his arms. But, I don’t. He has it all, but that thing that makes you throw yourself in his arms against every reason.

And that is exactly the part of the dating agencies that I don’t understand. The description I would give to my agent would be exactly what my gentleman date was. They would then mach me with alike and I would stay single.

Carry question: ‘Do we stay single because we don’t know who we like or because we lie to ourselves about the look likes of what we fall for??’

Carry question 2 that serves as an answer to Carry question 1: ‘It does not function because it is our reason that, for example, in a matchmaking agency puts down the description of the guy we look for? While all that counts is our inner self that is miles away from our reason.

Finally, isn’t usually our inner self that of a sick person that needs to be put down a dozen times per day by a sweet, childish and irresponsible never totally dedicated ideal guy?

I suppose... Thought the sense of security and validation that a gentleman can pass to you is very attractive and hard to resist indeed.

Discovered my new favorite food – snails.