The sexy French man who caught my eye

Hey thanks, I truly appreciate that, Lord :-D


Now I must retire to my bed to get my beauty sleep, so I'll be ready, paper bag in hand in 12 hours :-D

Nighty night all.

< a strange buzzing noise begins to emanate through the quiet corridors of A2K........................>

Gus will be SO disappointed.

Montana: have you tried personal ads? Maybe you'd be more
successful there. Or go to a local Home Depot outlet and sign
up for classes in wood working, painting etc.

Work shouldn't really be a place to pick up men.

Prince: lust comes first, right, but after that one better has more
substance or it remains a one-night-stand.

Of course Gus is an acception

I'm actually not looking as I never was one to look for a man. It just happen or it doesn't.

I am always the first to advise people not to get involved with someone they work with, because I've been there and I know how it is, but my hormones have different ideas

Personal ads are not for me, but thanks for your advice

Don't believe her. I once answered one of her ads. We got together to do do a double boiler - hot tubbing and lobsters.

Just as we were getting into the hot tub, Montana cold clocked me with a shell cracker and stole my wallet. I never saw her again.

Montana, I'm of to France on Monday...

gonna git me one of them there Frenchy mens too!

S
x

Hey, you go girl! If they all look like this Frenchy, you gonna have some happy eyes :-D

Have a great time :-D

I've been thinking and I wonder if I wasn't too quick to think there's nothing between us.
I know he was nervous and I was too and when I have to speak French, I really can't be myself because I'm constantly thinking about what to say.
Neither one of us slept well all week and I know we were both tired.
I could tell he was nervous as hell because, when I went to grab my shift to put my car in reverse, it startled him a bit and he jumped a little.
My shift is on the floor, so I think he thought my hand was heading somewhere else

If you shift on the floor you'll get carpet burn, but I'll take four on the floor to three on the tree any day!

The more I think about it, the more I understand why I scare the hell out of him.
First, I'm watching him like a tiger watches it's prey and then I get him alone in my car

So, when I when for my shift, I can see why he might have thought I was heading for a different shift

Poor guy

Montana, am I to understand that you haven't been laid yet?

And you say he is French?

So much for that rumor.

Yeah, I'm starting to wonder myself

Montana, I havn't read this thread yet, but I wonder: is it about our parisian friend, Francis?

Don't wonder yourself too much!

No, it's not Francis.

It's a man I work with, who is from France :-)

Nah! He'll come around some day and hey, I waited this long, so all I have is time

Next time, I just may shift shifts, if he doesn't move things along ;-)

Are you SURE it isn't Francis?

I talked to him a few weeks back and we had a conversation that went something like this:

"Hey, Francis, wadup?"

"Yo, Gus, how ya' been?"

"Not bad, but I have been having a bit of a problem picking up women. Not so much a problem because of my technique, but rather because of a lack of quality 'pick-up' locations. They don't hang around the hardware store like they used to, and the bowling emporium, while still rife with broads, just doesn't have the same old variety it used to offer. I am at a loss, Francis. I need to find some fresh bitches. What would a suave French man, such as yourself, suggest in such a situation?"

"Have you tried the lobster factories?"

"Pardon me?"

"The lobster factories, Gus. You want women? Go to the lobster factories, my friend. I scour the coast and seek employment at the various lobster factories. I have found that the women who had previously lived in the United States, but now reside in Canada, are the easiest targets. But move slow, Gus. Play them like you would a fine fighting fish. Reel them in slowly... give the line some slack... express disinterest...and then....as they start to swim in circles and give you bewildered looks....set the hook. Bring the bitch in. Once she is in the boat, well, my friend, it is like we say in France..... Oooo la la!"

"Cool! Thanks, Francis."

"Not a prob, Gus. Good luck."