01.09.2007
The invisible date.
Woke up a bit too early and biked to Virginie's flat. Went for a run round the Luxembourg and that was the start of my misery. After the run, Virginie obliged to do a sit up session and a push up session. I was dead by the end of it. Arms and the rest of the body was aching. Then as the weather got supposetly for a micro minute nicer, F and JP came along to pick us up to head to T's parents house for a bbq. The house was way out in the countryside, lovely house, with swimming pool and huge garden. Lots of people were there and lots of food. And V. was there to.....mmmmmm...
Now we were warned that T. is still in the closet. Although everyone guessed he was one of our church members he did make his official coming out. As we get in say hello to everyone. F, decides to serves us something to drink and he opens up the line with "vous voulez boire quoi les filles!".....that was it, our camouflage tactics were uncovered within 45 seconds of stepping in the house.
Everyone as well was drooling on T's cousin, sebastien....a 15 year old atomic bomb.......and F. kept digging our graves, everytime he opened his mouth. To T's father "Oh oui, U. avec tous les mecs qu'il a rencontré n'arrive pas à se faire loger à New York...eerr..les mecs, je veux dire amis, oui..eeerr...des gens quoi, qu'il a connu, oui....eeerrr...." Or whilst lying down and thinking talking at a low key voice "Putain je suis chaude...."
Anyway after a pleasant day we headed back to Paris, I had my dinner date with the guy I left alone after my beer, in order to be able to play PSII.....remember? So back to Paris, after leaving a couple of messages to my date...and waiting and waiting for a reply.
Ended up having dinner by myself in my kitchen like a punished boy....sniff...sniff...horrible!!!! The git obviously did not want to meet me again. Told you he was a fruit cake. Good looking, interesting, and fun wanting to get to know me? Now there was surely a hitch somewhere.....and obviously he is structurally deranged considered he was the one to propose the dinner date tonight....
To forget this silly adventure, out in Tata-land to join the others and end up at the Cox.....
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C'est énorme !
J'adore, même si je comprends un paragraphe sur deux !
Ecrit par : spicynico | 07.09.2007
Je peux t'offrir (à prix coûtant en pesto) des cours de perfectionement en Anglais. Ainsi tu pourra comprendre un paragraphe sur trois!
Ecrit par : tallyboy | 07.09.2007
Ca semble très efficace comme technique. Finalement, je préfère lire les commentaires, je les comprends trrrrrès bien.
Ecrit par : spicynico | 08.09.2007
Ah bon...on vous apprenais le français dans ta banlieu?
Ecrit par : tallyboy | 25.09.2007
banlieue...of course...
Ecrit par : tallyboy | 25.09.2007
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