Forget Paris

So, tonight I had a date with the Frenchie. And as an aside, I just want to say how wonderful it was at my boss's birthday lunch when she says, "So, how's your job search going?" And I said, "I have an interview tomorrow afternoon." And she says, "How's your dating life?" And I say, "I have a date tonight." I love that.

And how much when people ask who I'm going out with, and I say, "Oh, he's this guy who lives in Paris, but I met him in Malawi. His company sends him to Washington for work periodically, and when they do, we go out on a date." Nothing like a man who will travel across an ocean to see you (okay, so technically he's working--but whatever).

So, I've technically known this guy for, like, two or three years now. Of course, I met him once and talked to him for a few hours, and the we kept in contact for a few years, and then he came to Washington last February and we met, and then he came again last Sunday, and we had a date again. Whatever; I've known him for a few years.

We met outside Tryst, Adams Morgan's coffeehouse, and then we ate at Meze. Excellent food, but unfortunately, I had waited so long to eat that I felt a little sick when I started eating. How annoying. So, we ate, and then because I wasn't up for trekking around, per my usual, I led him to a cute little park in the Kalorama triangle, where dogs often congregate. It was very pleasant, if a bit cold, but of course, he wouldn't let me stay cold for long. He lent me his coat, and oh yeah, we probably made out for a total of 40 minutes or so. It was a little ackward because I've somehow become very shy and I try not to force people to watch me (whatever happened to the tease that didn't care?)--so, I kept stopping whenever I heard dog collars jingling. And we'd admire the dog for a moment and then start making out again. It was kind of comical.

So, are the French really as good as they think they are? In some cases yes--I recall a Frenchman I made out with in Lilongwe who was seriously probably the second best kisser I've ever kissed (and that actually is saying something). In this case, I don't know that I can agree. If I can taste the effort, it's not auspicious; and Frenchie, um, doesn't get dry mouth, apparently. But, I have to applaud his deep kissing skill--he penetrates well, and he definitely has variety going for him--lots of different plays with a very small surface area.

Overall, though, it was a good night. I actually love going out with the Frenchie because we really have great conversation. And the kissing, while not the best I've ever experienced, is certainly a good change from London and pretty enjoyable in its own right.