More bad luck when Furry went on a date last Saturday

So a few weeks back I had tickets to the Masters Parisbas Tournament (tennis). I had an extra ticket and went to CL to find someone to go with me. A Canadian responded and she sounded decent so we went. Now this was an all day event and she actually stayed for the entire day. She is petite with really dark curly hair and fairly average looking but with impecable (sp?) skin.

During the tournament we got to know each other and I found out she was extremely high maintenance. Not only that but she was a blatant name dropper of people she knew (Jerry Brockheimer, Jason Statham, Eric Lindros, etc), and kept going on about ALL of her friends in Paris, who of course had money. Needless to say not really my type.

At the end of the day, I thought that would be that even though she suggested we should get together for drinks some night. Three weeks later (last week) she calls me. She suggests we go see a movie and go to a bar, there is a Canadian bar she wanted to try. Now even though she was not my type, she was decent looking and I am a little lonely and desperate at this point in my life (to be blunt about it). So of course I agreed to a movie and drinks Saturday night (last Saturday).

Saturday comes and we decide to see Borat, which was pretty funny. Afterwards we walk to the bar, a nice added touch to walk at night in the streets of Paris, and have a pretty nice conversation along the way, mainly about cartoons as we were growing up. We arrive at the bar and order a beer. The bar itself was pretty crappy, but I was content because I could sneak peeks at the FSU/Florida football game and she could glance at the rugby match. The only odd part was the fact she kept mentioning one "friend" who of course was a guy and the things they did together.

Now maybe it is just me, but when you are out with a guy that you asked to go out with you, do you normally talk about other guys that you hang out with? It was kind of awkward, but I kind of brushed it off. Anyways it is 9PM and we finish our first beer, she gets a text message from another friend who is living with her. Her friend arrived early and has no key to get into the apartment; she has to leave. So the night ends after one beer at 9pm. No kiss, no hug, just the typical French bisou. She suggested a longer night with more drinking next time, apologizing she had to leave early, but I don't know. I will probably wait to see if she calls rather than calling her.


Random notes:

My host has her boyfriend over. He is 60 or so, balding, and very very skinny. My host is 45 and still somewhat attractive. He is a "poet". When he reads his poetry it is like he injected himself with crack. He doesn't know how to open the front door (no joke). When they have sex it is very loud but only lasts 10 minutes. I hope I don't have to hear old sex again tonight.