To Stephen Z
On Craigslist
Date: 2008-03-29, 12:06PM CET
Stephen you live in the 6th and you're a photographer. All I can say is that you're a ridiculous old asshole.
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Hilarious! He's the guy I went on 1 date with. Went to his place as I replied to his CL ad about interest in practicing rope tying on a girl. He was cute but talked for like 3 hours about his ex - a typical yacky New Yorker. The next weekend we were going to hang out but it was the fashion week in Paris and he had to go drum up work. Texted me that he couldn't hang out and never heard from him again. It's the first in a while for me to be dumped. Nice to know I'm not alone in Paris!! Sweet.
Monday, March 31, 2008
The Platonic Blow
The Platonic Blow
W. H. Auden
It was a spring day, a day for a lay, when the air
Smelled like a locker-room, a day to blow or get blown;
Returning from lunch I turned my corner and there
On a near-by stoop I saw him standing alone.
I glanced as I advanced. The clean white T-shirt outlined
A forceful torso, the light-blue denims divulged
Much. I observed the snug curves where they hugged the behind,
I watched the crotch where the cloth intriguingly bulged.
Our eyes met. I felt sick. My knees turned weak.
I couldn't move. I didn't know what to say.
In a blur I heard words, myself like a stranger speak
"Will you come to my room?" Then a husky voice, "O.K."
I produced some beer and we talked. Like a little boy
He told me his story. Present address: next door.
Half Polish, half Irish. The youngest. From Illinois.
Profession: mechanic. Name: Bud. Age: twenty-four.
He put down his glass and stretched his bare arms along
The back of my sofa. The afternoon sunlight struck
The blond hairs on the wrist near my head. His chin was strong.
His mouth sucky. I could hardly believe my luck.
And here he was sitting beside me, legs apart.
I could bear it no longer. I touched the inside of his thigh.
His reply was to move closer. I trembled, my heart
Thumped and jumped as my fingers went to his fly.
I opened a gap in the flap. I went in there.
I sought for a slit in the gripper shorts that had charge
Of the basket I asked for. I came to warm flesh then to hair.
I went on. I found what I hoped. I groped. It was large.
He responded to my fondling in a charming, disarming way:
Without a word he unbuckled his belt while I felt.
And lolled back, stretching his legs. His pants fell away.
Carefully drawing it out, I beheld what I held.
The circumcised head was a work of mastercraft
With perfectly beveled rim of unusual weight
And the friendliest red. Even relaxed, the shaft
Was of noble dimensions with the wrinkles that indicate
Singular powers of extension. For a second or two,
It lay there inert, then suddenly stirred in my hand,
Then paused as if frightened or doubtful of what to do.
And then with a violent jerk began to expand.
By soundless bounds it extended and distended, by quick
Great leaps it rose, it flushed, it rushed to its full size.
Nearly nine inches long and three inches thick,
A royal column, ineffably solemn and wise.
I tested its length and strength with a manual squeeze.
I bunched my fingers and twirled them about the knob.
I stroked it from top to bottom. I got on my knees.
I lowered my head. I opened my mouth for the job.
But he pushed me gently away. He bent down. He unlaced
His shoes. He removed his socks. Stood up. Shed
His pants altogether. Muscles in arms and waist
Rippled as he whipped his T-shirt over his head.
I scanned his tan, enjoyed the contrast of brown
Trunk against white shorts taut around small
Hips. With a dig and a wriggle he peeled them down.
I tore off my clothes. He faced me, smiling. I saw all.
The gorgeous organ stood stiffly and straightly out
With a slight flare upwards. At each beat of his heart it threw
An odd little nod my way. From the slot of the spout
Exuded a drop of transparent viscous goo.
The lair of hair was fair, the grove of a young man,
A tangle of curls and whorls, luxuriant but couth.
Except for a spur of golden hairs that fan
To the neat navel, the rest of the belly was smooth.
Well hung, slung from the fork of the muscular legs,
The firm vase of his sperm, like a bulging pear,
Cradling its handsome glands, two herculean eggs,
Swung as he came towards me, shameless, bare.
We aligned mouths. We entwined. All act was clutch,
All fact contact, the attack and the interlock
Of tongues, the charms of arms. I shook at the touch
Of his fresh flesh, I rocked at the shock of his cock.
Straddling my legs a little I inserted his divine
Person between and closed on it tight as I could.
The upright warmth of his belly lay all along mine.
Nude, glued together for a minute, we stood.
I stroked the lobes of his ears, the back of his head
And the broad shoulders. I took bold hold of the compact
Globes of his bottom. We tottered. He fell on the bed.
Lips parted, eyes closed, he lay there, ripe for the act.
Mad to be had, to be felt and smelled. My lips
Explored the adorable masculine tits. My eyes
Assessed the chest. I caressed the athletic hips
And the slim limbs. I approved the grooves of the thighs.
I hugged, I snuggled into an armpit. I sniffed
The subtle whiff of its tuft. I lapped up the taste
Of its hot hollow. My fingers began to drift
On a trek of inspection, a leisurely tour of the waist.
Downward in narrowing circles they playfully strayed.
Encroached on his privates like poachers, approached the prick,
But teasingly swerved, retreated from meeting. It betrayed
Its pleading need by a pretty imploring kick.
"Shall I rim you?" I whispered. He shifted his limbs in assent.
Turned on his side and opened his legs, let me pass
To the dark parts behind. I kissed as I went
The great thick cord that ran back from his balls to his arse.
Prying the buttocks aside, I nosed my way in
Down the shaggy slopes. I came to the puckered goal.
It was quick to my licking. He pressed his crotch to my chin.
His thighs squirmed as my tongue wormed in his hole.
His sensations yearned for consummation. He untucked
His legs and lay panting, hot as a teen-age boy.
Naked, enlarged, charged, aching to get sucked,
Clawing the sheet, all his pores open to joy.
I inspected his erection. I surveyed his parts with a stare
From scrotum level. Sighting along the underside
Of his cock, I looked through the forest of pubic hair
To the range of the chest beyond rising lofty and wide.
I admired the texture, the delicate wrinkles and the neat
Sutures of the capacious bag. I adored the grace
Of the male genitalia. I raised the delicious meat
Up to my mouth, brought the face of its hard-on to my face.
Slipping my lips round the Byzantine dome of the head,
With the tip of my tongue I caressed the sensitive groove.
He thrilled to the trill. "That's lovely!" he hoarsely said.
"Go on! Go on!" Very slowly I started to move.
Gently, intently, I slid to the massive base
Of his tower of power, paused there a moment down
In the warm moist thicket, then began to retrace
Inch by inch the smooth way to the throbbing crown.
Indwelling excitements swelled at delights to come
As I descended and ascended those thick distended walls.
I grasped his root between left forefinger and thumb
And with my right hand tickled his heavy voluminous balls.
I plunged with a rhythmical lunge steady and slow,
And at every stroke made a corkscrew roll with my tongue.
His soul reeled in the feeling. He whimpered "Oh!"
As I tongued and squeezed and rolled and tickled and swung.
Then I pressed on the spot where the groin is joined to the cock,
Slipped a finger into his arse and massaged him from inside.
The secret sluices of his juices began to unlock.
He melted into what he felt. "O Jesus!" he cried.
Waves of immeasurable pleasures mounted his member in quick
Spasms. I lay still in the notch of his crotch inhaling his sweat.
His ring convulsed round my finger. Into me, rich and thick,
His hot spunk spouted in gouts, spurted in jet after jet.
How Dirty Is That Auden Poem That Was Too Dirty for the ‘Times Book Review’?
W. H. Auden
It was a spring day, a day for a lay, when the air
Smelled like a locker-room, a day to blow or get blown;
Returning from lunch I turned my corner and there
On a near-by stoop I saw him standing alone.
I glanced as I advanced. The clean white T-shirt outlined
A forceful torso, the light-blue denims divulged
Much. I observed the snug curves where they hugged the behind,
I watched the crotch where the cloth intriguingly bulged.
Our eyes met. I felt sick. My knees turned weak.
I couldn't move. I didn't know what to say.
In a blur I heard words, myself like a stranger speak
"Will you come to my room?" Then a husky voice, "O.K."
I produced some beer and we talked. Like a little boy
He told me his story. Present address: next door.
Half Polish, half Irish. The youngest. From Illinois.
Profession: mechanic. Name: Bud. Age: twenty-four.
He put down his glass and stretched his bare arms along
The back of my sofa. The afternoon sunlight struck
The blond hairs on the wrist near my head. His chin was strong.
His mouth sucky. I could hardly believe my luck.
And here he was sitting beside me, legs apart.
I could bear it no longer. I touched the inside of his thigh.
His reply was to move closer. I trembled, my heart
Thumped and jumped as my fingers went to his fly.
I opened a gap in the flap. I went in there.
I sought for a slit in the gripper shorts that had charge
Of the basket I asked for. I came to warm flesh then to hair.
I went on. I found what I hoped. I groped. It was large.
He responded to my fondling in a charming, disarming way:
Without a word he unbuckled his belt while I felt.
And lolled back, stretching his legs. His pants fell away.
Carefully drawing it out, I beheld what I held.
The circumcised head was a work of mastercraft
With perfectly beveled rim of unusual weight
And the friendliest red. Even relaxed, the shaft
Was of noble dimensions with the wrinkles that indicate
Singular powers of extension. For a second or two,
It lay there inert, then suddenly stirred in my hand,
Then paused as if frightened or doubtful of what to do.
And then with a violent jerk began to expand.
By soundless bounds it extended and distended, by quick
Great leaps it rose, it flushed, it rushed to its full size.
Nearly nine inches long and three inches thick,
A royal column, ineffably solemn and wise.
I tested its length and strength with a manual squeeze.
I bunched my fingers and twirled them about the knob.
I stroked it from top to bottom. I got on my knees.
I lowered my head. I opened my mouth for the job.
But he pushed me gently away. He bent down. He unlaced
His shoes. He removed his socks. Stood up. Shed
His pants altogether. Muscles in arms and waist
Rippled as he whipped his T-shirt over his head.
I scanned his tan, enjoyed the contrast of brown
Trunk against white shorts taut around small
Hips. With a dig and a wriggle he peeled them down.
I tore off my clothes. He faced me, smiling. I saw all.
The gorgeous organ stood stiffly and straightly out
With a slight flare upwards. At each beat of his heart it threw
An odd little nod my way. From the slot of the spout
Exuded a drop of transparent viscous goo.
The lair of hair was fair, the grove of a young man,
A tangle of curls and whorls, luxuriant but couth.
Except for a spur of golden hairs that fan
To the neat navel, the rest of the belly was smooth.
Well hung, slung from the fork of the muscular legs,
The firm vase of his sperm, like a bulging pear,
Cradling its handsome glands, two herculean eggs,
Swung as he came towards me, shameless, bare.
We aligned mouths. We entwined. All act was clutch,
All fact contact, the attack and the interlock
Of tongues, the charms of arms. I shook at the touch
Of his fresh flesh, I rocked at the shock of his cock.
Straddling my legs a little I inserted his divine
Person between and closed on it tight as I could.
The upright warmth of his belly lay all along mine.
Nude, glued together for a minute, we stood.
I stroked the lobes of his ears, the back of his head
And the broad shoulders. I took bold hold of the compact
Globes of his bottom. We tottered. He fell on the bed.
Lips parted, eyes closed, he lay there, ripe for the act.
Mad to be had, to be felt and smelled. My lips
Explored the adorable masculine tits. My eyes
Assessed the chest. I caressed the athletic hips
And the slim limbs. I approved the grooves of the thighs.
I hugged, I snuggled into an armpit. I sniffed
The subtle whiff of its tuft. I lapped up the taste
Of its hot hollow. My fingers began to drift
On a trek of inspection, a leisurely tour of the waist.
Downward in narrowing circles they playfully strayed.
Encroached on his privates like poachers, approached the prick,
But teasingly swerved, retreated from meeting. It betrayed
Its pleading need by a pretty imploring kick.
"Shall I rim you?" I whispered. He shifted his limbs in assent.
Turned on his side and opened his legs, let me pass
To the dark parts behind. I kissed as I went
The great thick cord that ran back from his balls to his arse.
Prying the buttocks aside, I nosed my way in
Down the shaggy slopes. I came to the puckered goal.
It was quick to my licking. He pressed his crotch to my chin.
His thighs squirmed as my tongue wormed in his hole.
His sensations yearned for consummation. He untucked
His legs and lay panting, hot as a teen-age boy.
Naked, enlarged, charged, aching to get sucked,
Clawing the sheet, all his pores open to joy.
I inspected his erection. I surveyed his parts with a stare
From scrotum level. Sighting along the underside
Of his cock, I looked through the forest of pubic hair
To the range of the chest beyond rising lofty and wide.
I admired the texture, the delicate wrinkles and the neat
Sutures of the capacious bag. I adored the grace
Of the male genitalia. I raised the delicious meat
Up to my mouth, brought the face of its hard-on to my face.
Slipping my lips round the Byzantine dome of the head,
With the tip of my tongue I caressed the sensitive groove.
He thrilled to the trill. "That's lovely!" he hoarsely said.
"Go on! Go on!" Very slowly I started to move.
Gently, intently, I slid to the massive base
Of his tower of power, paused there a moment down
In the warm moist thicket, then began to retrace
Inch by inch the smooth way to the throbbing crown.
Indwelling excitements swelled at delights to come
As I descended and ascended those thick distended walls.
I grasped his root between left forefinger and thumb
And with my right hand tickled his heavy voluminous balls.
I plunged with a rhythmical lunge steady and slow,
And at every stroke made a corkscrew roll with my tongue.
His soul reeled in the feeling. He whimpered "Oh!"
As I tongued and squeezed and rolled and tickled and swung.
Then I pressed on the spot where the groin is joined to the cock,
Slipped a finger into his arse and massaged him from inside.
The secret sluices of his juices began to unlock.
He melted into what he felt. "O Jesus!" he cried.
Waves of immeasurable pleasures mounted his member in quick
Spasms. I lay still in the notch of his crotch inhaling his sweat.
His ring convulsed round my finger. Into me, rich and thick,
His hot spunk spouted in gouts, spurted in jet after jet.
How Dirty Is That Auden Poem That Was Too Dirty for the ‘Times Book Review’?
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
For your viewing pleasure
new photos up on flickr
from Boudoir Charnelle - bdsm and rope!
from the swingers - echangistes, although the girl bailed so I was left to the two men!
...anyone know where a girl can post a naughty video without getting in trouble?
from Boudoir Charnelle - bdsm and rope!
from the swingers - echangistes, although the girl bailed so I was left to the two men!
...anyone know where a girl can post a naughty video without getting in trouble?
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Where has Lola been?!
Soon, I promise:
Craigslist the Good Hook-Up (with amazing sex and a clean toothbrush).
The neighbor and the couple swapping at the hamman: anal sex included.
India was wonderful and complicated - no sex, all work.
When I got back I had my period and bad timing so I was dry for a total month.
Party with the RAF (Royal Air Force - the winner of the Craigslist is a military man), his friend and his mistress/girlfriend. She left, poor thing, and missed the fun.
(examining the potent liquor given by the landlady. far right: RAF)
I got it up and down and on the bottom.
Then, it was up to Edinburgh for the Scotsman and a weekend during which I felt for the first time like I was on vacation. (There's even a nice long video from this trip.)
So, this is to whet your appetite. I have not given up writing on CDOA. I have not given up on you. I have stories to tell and I will tell them this week and weekend. And then, I'll make more.
Craigslist the Good Hook-Up (with amazing sex and a clean toothbrush).
The neighbor and the couple swapping at the hamman: anal sex included.
India was wonderful and complicated - no sex, all work.
When I got back I had my period and bad timing so I was dry for a total month.
Party with the RAF (Royal Air Force - the winner of the Craigslist is a military man), his friend and his mistress/girlfriend. She left, poor thing, and missed the fun.
(examining the potent liquor given by the landlady. far right: RAF)
I got it up and down and on the bottom.
Then, it was up to Edinburgh for the Scotsman and a weekend during which I felt for the first time like I was on vacation. (There's even a nice long video from this trip.)
So, this is to whet your appetite. I have not given up writing on CDOA. I have not given up on you. I have stories to tell and I will tell them this week and weekend. And then, I'll make more.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
School field trip: India
I'm off with my school program on a study trip until 17 Feb.
January 28:
Is starting to heat up in my mind. We're going in 9 days. We had to pick roommates tonight and I - am - loved! It's nice when you ask someone to be your roommate and they say "I would LOVE to. YAY!" Jane S and I are going to have so much fun. As I reported our roommate status to our class rep "Lola & Jane with the candlestick in the billiard room. Or maybe with the bathing suits in the pool. Or MAYBE with the booze in the mini fridge."
But really, I hear that the trip is pretty intensely packed with some fascinatingly amazing meetings with some cutting edge agencies, firms, NGOs, and a wide array of issues to push us and test our concepts of the world. For instance, we'll meet with an NGO that focuses on making child labor "better" which is a huge challenge to my own image of things. The US went through it's own industrial revolution and led its own child labor laws. Is it just for us to impose our Western views or what we have accomplished in our own society on other countries? It would be better if other countries could develop without some of the negative drawbacks that we overcame, but sometimes the right answer isn't the best one. I hear that India instituted a ban on child labor under 17 years old and this left thousands of girls ages 15-17 on the streets to do what? Prostitution mostly. Is working in a factory better or worse? Is it better or worse to eliminate these opportunities and how? Or, is it better to improve the situation while taking steps to eliminate it? I don't have these answers yet. We'll see what we learn.
February 5:
India tomorrow. I still haven't had time to really sit and absorb or prepare. My friend BH says "I am especially curious to find out how the Delhi metro turned out. They were working on it while I was there in 2003-2004. I am obsessed with trains esp. subways/metros. I dream about them all of the time. I have a paris metro map that i love dearly. I think that it seems like an almost impossible feat for delhi to actually have a metro. well maybe not impossible but 'surface life' sure is a different cup of tea... i love the friday mosque 'jama masjid' by the red fort. all kinds of folks are collected in front of it and tons of markets and dripping goats heads and that's where i saw the man without eyeballs and the body without limbs... the smells... moments frozen in time. i checked out the ymca to see if i wanted to stay in it, but with the variety of SUPER CHEAP places i chose not to. nice ymca though. i think my rickshaw broke down on the way there. o the hanuman temple is a sight... o and i ate at subway once just to save my life cuz i was never so sick in my life and b/c it reminds me of my high school days but not the delhi version with their chutneys and fake meats - india is the vegetarians paradise and they call it vege (pronounced vej) and right next store the folks dining at pizza hut were five starred out - they pulled out the chair for them and handed them menus and politely asked if they'd like anything to drink... while the cows walked past the seikh drivers for the super upper class suv cell fone talking ladies on their way to somewhere important
i love india"
I have heard "a living hell in heaven on earth." I have heard there is no pinpointing her or generalizing her. I know there are those news stock photos that try to convey the massive population and the immensity in transportation. I'll just try to absorb her as best I can and capture her in my own way.
It's 21h45 here and I'm doing the traditional last-minute packing that has been acquired from either/or/both my parents genes. Trying outfits on and off and thinking of packing enough but not too much - I'd like to leave room for saris and jewelry and jellys and jams - oh, wait, I'm not allowed to import food am I? Or am I? Or will I anyway? Just kidding... I have to be careful what I post here - someday I might want to run for President! Ha!!!! I did buy about 8G of photo cards and a few cheap but summery skirts (thank god some stores are now thinking spring!). Some of my attire is even FROM the places I'll be going to! ... sigh.... and good! Globalization is a complex matrix which I hope to learn more about. Let the market be, control the market - I'm not sure I fall in either camp.
What I do know is that in these summery skirts and 86F weather I will not be wearing tights or 'pantyhose' or stockings and instead, I'll be blindingly white like glue. At least I know I can seek refuge in the group of 30+ other pasty white kids. ... Speaking of refuge. We've all been warned not to give hand-outs to beggars, children or not. I'd like to imaginge I've been prepared a bit better for this shock as back in the day my mum learned a different approach as we cruised the insane streets of Buenos Aires. She'd carry apples in the glove box. I'm not sure if it's condescending to think we know better about giving out money to poor people (the complex gangs with warlords and fake babies-for-a-day schemes, drug or alcohol addiction), but I like to think that some of those kids were happy to have something to put in their bellies and were able to find a way to escape their Fagins to do so. So, of course, I think I'm mentally prepared to see this world (again, but times 100 million), and prepared not to immediately want to give them money, my jewelry, my personal effects and a good scrubbing.
But who knows? I might just crumble under the reality of it all. Or... maybe it's a bit too strong and I'm not entering into the movie "Gandhi." Frankly, my own fault, I've been so damn busy wrapping up school and such that I haven't done the appropriate investigation and research. I've printed a bunch of readings for the long flight so I plan to get in a few good hours of that before medicating myself for sleep. ... but oh the adventure! And it will be good to get out of Paris for a substantial amount of time. I need to re-appreciate her.
Well, this is over and out for now. I've got more packing to do. (The fashion show part is done, now the rolling and stuffing - - thank you, parents, for passing on this extremely useful skill!)
I'm not bringing the laptop but will check emails from the road. I won't be uploading the images as I go unless direly needed and available. But thanks for the well wishes.
See you in a few days!
January 28:
Is starting to heat up in my mind. We're going in 9 days. We had to pick roommates tonight and I - am - loved! It's nice when you ask someone to be your roommate and they say "I would LOVE to. YAY!" Jane S and I are going to have so much fun. As I reported our roommate status to our class rep "Lola & Jane with the candlestick in the billiard room. Or maybe with the bathing suits in the pool. Or MAYBE with the booze in the mini fridge."
But really, I hear that the trip is pretty intensely packed with some fascinatingly amazing meetings with some cutting edge agencies, firms, NGOs, and a wide array of issues to push us and test our concepts of the world. For instance, we'll meet with an NGO that focuses on making child labor "better" which is a huge challenge to my own image of things. The US went through it's own industrial revolution and led its own child labor laws. Is it just for us to impose our Western views or what we have accomplished in our own society on other countries? It would be better if other countries could develop without some of the negative drawbacks that we overcame, but sometimes the right answer isn't the best one. I hear that India instituted a ban on child labor under 17 years old and this left thousands of girls ages 15-17 on the streets to do what? Prostitution mostly. Is working in a factory better or worse? Is it better or worse to eliminate these opportunities and how? Or, is it better to improve the situation while taking steps to eliminate it? I don't have these answers yet. We'll see what we learn.
February 5:
India tomorrow. I still haven't had time to really sit and absorb or prepare. My friend BH says "I am especially curious to find out how the Delhi metro turned out. They were working on it while I was there in 2003-2004. I am obsessed with trains esp. subways/metros. I dream about them all of the time. I have a paris metro map that i love dearly. I think that it seems like an almost impossible feat for delhi to actually have a metro. well maybe not impossible but 'surface life' sure is a different cup of tea... i love the friday mosque 'jama masjid' by the red fort. all kinds of folks are collected in front of it and tons of markets and dripping goats heads and that's where i saw the man without eyeballs and the body without limbs... the smells... moments frozen in time. i checked out the ymca to see if i wanted to stay in it, but with the variety of SUPER CHEAP places i chose not to. nice ymca though. i think my rickshaw broke down on the way there. o the hanuman temple is a sight... o and i ate at subway once just to save my life cuz i was never so sick in my life and b/c it reminds me of my high school days but not the delhi version with their chutneys and fake meats - india is the vegetarians paradise and they call it vege (pronounced vej) and right next store the folks dining at pizza hut were five starred out - they pulled out the chair for them and handed them menus and politely asked if they'd like anything to drink... while the cows walked past the seikh drivers for the super upper class suv cell fone talking ladies on their way to somewhere important
i love india"
I have heard "a living hell in heaven on earth." I have heard there is no pinpointing her or generalizing her. I know there are those news stock photos that try to convey the massive population and the immensity in transportation. I'll just try to absorb her as best I can and capture her in my own way.
It's 21h45 here and I'm doing the traditional last-minute packing that has been acquired from either/or/both my parents genes. Trying outfits on and off and thinking of packing enough but not too much - I'd like to leave room for saris and jewelry and jellys and jams - oh, wait, I'm not allowed to import food am I? Or am I? Or will I anyway? Just kidding... I have to be careful what I post here - someday I might want to run for President! Ha!!!! I did buy about 8G of photo cards and a few cheap but summery skirts (thank god some stores are now thinking spring!). Some of my attire is even FROM the places I'll be going to! ... sigh.... and good! Globalization is a complex matrix which I hope to learn more about. Let the market be, control the market - I'm not sure I fall in either camp.
What I do know is that in these summery skirts and 86F weather I will not be wearing tights or 'pantyhose' or stockings and instead, I'll be blindingly white like glue. At least I know I can seek refuge in the group of 30+ other pasty white kids. ... Speaking of refuge. We've all been warned not to give hand-outs to beggars, children or not. I'd like to imaginge I've been prepared a bit better for this shock as back in the day my mum learned a different approach as we cruised the insane streets of Buenos Aires. She'd carry apples in the glove box. I'm not sure if it's condescending to think we know better about giving out money to poor people (the complex gangs with warlords and fake babies-for-a-day schemes, drug or alcohol addiction), but I like to think that some of those kids were happy to have something to put in their bellies and were able to find a way to escape their Fagins to do so. So, of course, I think I'm mentally prepared to see this world (again, but times 100 million), and prepared not to immediately want to give them money, my jewelry, my personal effects and a good scrubbing.
But who knows? I might just crumble under the reality of it all. Or... maybe it's a bit too strong and I'm not entering into the movie "Gandhi." Frankly, my own fault, I've been so damn busy wrapping up school and such that I haven't done the appropriate investigation and research. I've printed a bunch of readings for the long flight so I plan to get in a few good hours of that before medicating myself for sleep. ... but oh the adventure! And it will be good to get out of Paris for a substantial amount of time. I need to re-appreciate her.
Well, this is over and out for now. I've got more packing to do. (The fashion show part is done, now the rolling and stuffing - - thank you, parents, for passing on this extremely useful skill!)
I'm not bringing the laptop but will check emails from the road. I won't be uploading the images as I go unless direly needed and available. But thanks for the well wishes.
See you in a few days!
Sunday, February 3, 2008
craig's sex - gotta keep it in check
Ok, so maybe I didn't need to do it. No, ok, I really didn't need to do it. But I did. There I was, rather satisfied by the neighbor and able to go back and actually concentrate on cybercrime and the European Commission. But there were reserves that had built up over time. Two weeks. And there was a spring fever wafting and crashing across the Atlantic from the US. My sister said it was 40F one day in Minneapolis. I was supposed to bear down and hunker in to studying, but I felt like a frilly skirt and a piece of sunshine. Plus, the Canuck two weeks earlier wasn't topping me off like I should be. So, really, did he count? Hm. Ok, no.
But the neighbor came through. And I actually had to stop him at a point. Frankly though, he wasn't doing it for me either. I had actually been plotting any possible way to get out of going to the sex baths with him. I just didn't feel like hopping from naked room to naked room: hot tub to sauna to steam room to sex cabin. I just didn't feel like it. I kept thinking of him and me, in the little nook in the wall, on the bare tile of the steam room. I was completely grossed out and couldn't stop thinking about the millions of pubic and head hairs on the tile and all the possible cum piled up in corners. And then the tiny space, and him, spread eagle open with his knees back and me bony parts elbow resting to try to suck him off. Yes, I often have fat trucker fantasies and greasy grimey alley fuck dreams, but these are the thoughts that haunted me from the baths. Not how lovely the ornamentation was or how wonderfully warm the water felt or how the sauna was just warm/cool enough to tolerate. (Probably because none of this was true: the hot tub was just chilly enough that you couldn't quite settle in for a nice, long soak or fuck. The sauna just a bit too hot that you couldn't have a suck off on the beach of Mexico.)
And maybe it's because it's my neighbor and I know he's not a superstar actor but he pretends that he's better than the bougies. I don't know, but now I'm really not as grateful as I should be and instead I've turned bratty and needy and high-and-mighty thinking I can do better.... (Or, maybe I was graciously, desperately thanking him and happily satisfied but simply wanted more and it's only now that I look back with slight distaste.)
Meanwhile, my US friend bound for work in Saudi Arabia (where porn is illegal) sent me all his porn on CD.
So, with a slight dampening (and whetting) of the appetite, the seventeen-year-old boy moved back inside my body, kicked his shoes off, grabbed a bowl of Doritos, snuck some of his old man's beer up to my brain, slipped off his jeans and sat in his boxers in front of the computer. I thought homework, time running out, all the wonderful things I'd do with free weekend days if I could just knock out these papers. Instead, my cock got hard in my pants, my mind flashed between cyber/sex cyber/crime cyber/cyborgs cyber/cunt cyberrubber cyber/focus on your paper! cyber/feel it in your pants!
I thought long and hard, and then not so hard, and decided to press "Post." I wanted a quick lay, but more importantly I had to ensure I would not be hung and dry like this again. Julien wasn't so tops. The Scot was unattainable, on the road, and in love with some French girl in Madrid. The Canuck was too young. The neighbor filled me well in times of void. But there had to be others and I had to be able to fit it in to my schedule and I had to have some luck doing it my way.
I'd been reading the M4W and W4M and Casual Encounters for days off and on as the seventeen-year-old whacked off all over me. (bdsm planning takes more involvement but I was also surfing over there quite a bit, too.) I knew I'd get some hits if I posted on CL and I had an imagination that there'd be a lot of wading through and sorting and laughing at replies.
My ad on Craig's List:
I would like to find a friend-with-benefits arrangement with a man who might have at least three of these characteristics: witty, brooding, sexy, funny, daring, confident. It would be even more delicious if he came with a dominant drive, naughty mind, other occupations in life, and is easy on the eyes.
I am at least three of these adjectives: spontaneous, sexy, lingual, intelligent, bold, athletic, cheeky.
I'm interested in men my own age or older, please think twice before contacting me if you're in your 20s. I don't have a lot of time in my week, am not interested in marriage (of convenience or inconvenience), and wouldn't mind if you were attached to another woman. This isn't an instant gratification announcement, I'd like to meet for a coffee to see if we are compatible. Hosting at my place isn't ideal, but can be considered. Please include a photo when responding.
And just for fun, additional points for those who can identify the people behind these quotes:
"I would give my bush, my tuft to eat to anybody I fancied, and if I felt the desire, [to] rough men who, however, don't ask for anything other than fucking the woman who offers herself asking nothing in return."
"In the morning I walked down the Boulevard to the Rue Soufflot for coffee and brioche. It was a fine morning. The horse-chestnut trees in the Luxembourg gardens were in bloom."
"One becomes aware in France, after having lived in America, that sex pervades the air. It's there all around you, like a fluid."
27 were deleted for failing the simple tests of answering the game and being older than in their 20's:
"cheeky? i believe i am." - with 2 photos, one of him showering (really, guys, it's not the first thing we want to see. have a bit of class.)
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"very cool but u for sure got a million responces i live in 16 area if u have yahoo we can chat i have cam i dont want to write a lot because rather show all i am worth in person i am from uk and usa take care john" (cannot follow directions, does not get next step)
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"there's no picture attached so i suppose i'll be
thrown in the bin straight away, but...
i am 32, 6 foot, 65kg, and any of the personality
characteristics would not be for me to say...
but I reckon it's Nin, Hemingway and Miller - how did
I do?
and i'll leave you with this since you like writing,
France and things physical:
....plura erant oscula quam sententiae; saepius ad
sinus quam ad libros reducebantur manus, crebrius
oculos amor in se reflectebat quam lectio in
scripturam dirigebat." (negativity isn't sexy, trying to guilt me is less sexy, latin is way less sexy -- though this exercept is hot)
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"Hi There,
29 m american in paris here. i will be here for two
weeks. I am white, very fit, very clean looking for
some good clean nsa fun. Let me know if you are
interested and I will send you a pic.
Take Care,
John"(color-specific people aren't my bag of tricks, nor are clean looking people or people that specify that they are those things in the 3rd sentence of their introduction)
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"Hello
I saw your post and thought I would say hi...
write me back if your interested, maybe we can chat sometime" (this guy attached a photo of his financial-district-slick-hair-suited-specialness - while he followed the format, he also followed the format and thought I'd be salivating at his pic, too much ego)
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"I was hesitant to contact you as, unfortunately, I don't spend that much time in Paris.
I say 'unfortunately' for the same reason that I decided to contact you: you sound like a very interesting person and, hey, correspondence is a start...
I would hope not to be too wide of the mark if I were to claim some measure of all of the characteristics you list, although it would be an unusually good day if I managed them all at once in any quantity!
I'm 38, attached, but looking to expand my horizons a little - we only go through this life once, and I would like to sample as much of it as I can get my hands on - to run barefoot through the green grass on the *other* side of the fence, just once in a while, while nobody is looking.
I get up to Paris on average once a month, for a week during which I work silly long hours, but I ought to be available for (and would be delighted to propose) a coffee or two (at least) during those times.
I didn't know any of your quotes, so I looked them up: I'd like to thank you for leading me to something I might otherwise have missed. "The Man from Albuquerque" passage is fierce and erotic, and I can picture myself in it as protagonist or voyeur, or object. I shall look out for more Julie Saget.
I have read very little Hemingway, probably because he was required English Literature reading, but feel inspired to have a look. Maybe I'll try The Sun Also Rises.
I've not knowingly read any Henry Miller, however he appears to have been very prolific, so who knows - maybe I have read some of his work. I stumbled upon the phrase "It is true I swim in a perpetual sea of sex but the actual excursions are fairly limited", which struck a chord - it is to avoid such a situation that I am here...
I've attached a photo, in the hope that it tells you something useful.
I particularly liked yours: I would love to know the circumstances under which it was taken." (I liked this guy, but he lacked some kind of ... naturalness, joie de vivre, like I could sense this was his first foray into 'cheating' and he felt like it was 'cheating' already and he was a little too structured in his delivery for that.)
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"Little idea regarding the first but Ernest and Henry most definitely are behind the other two.
So excited to make your acquaintance, albeit over mail. Such is life these days.
People have described me (if I may say so) as: adventurous, passionate and driven. Now I can understand if at least one of these may put you off but I am extremely open minded.
I am 35, I'd say progressing well in life, no hang ups but very keen on going on a journey of discovery in my life.
Hence me contacting. You sound interesting and seductive. Coffee would be great.
Picture will certainly improve in quality with one of yours!
talk soon." ("such is life these days" - god, I can hear the burdened sigh of depression and tragedy. Put me off? Lord. Don't be so dramatic. Who describes living as "progressing well"? Sigh. If I had the time, I'd date him just to make him feel better about things but I don't have time to light those kind of furnaces.)
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"Hi, [the structure of this email was formatted like an official letter with double-spacing between introduction and closing; I've re-sized for brevity]
What about meeting up with a funny charming french gentleman ??
Located in NYC but in Paris at the moment, single, non smoker, in very good shape, classy, educated clean cut professional.
Also an investment banker but not the typical one, I have many interets : contemporary art (I have a few paintings at home), music (I love going to concerts), travelling to exotic destinations (was in Bahrain and New Zealand very recently Japan and China lately) and sport (I am a keen golfer, also play tennis, go to the gym very regularly). I like the finer things in life but am still very much down to earth.
I am serious too about what I am looking for, upscale, educated, real and very well manered people.
I am very good looking, brown eyed, caucasian, height-weight proportionate at about 6' and 175 lbs, 40.
I am also proud to tell you I read your post entirely :
The third quote is from Henry Miller…… I love the Letters to Anaïs Nin,even if this quote is not from that book.
The second quote is from Ernest Hemingway in “The sun also rises”
And unfortunately, I don’t know the first one…….. Nobody’s perfect ;-)
Hope you will be interested and I look forward to hearing form you." (Nice guy, I'm definitely not what he's looking for, and I think he's wound too tightly and secretly wants to be spanked while wearing my lacy thong. And, you're right, nobody's perfect but some of us don't worry about it.)
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"Hello -
I travel to Paris on occasion and would enjoy having you as a F-w-B. I am married (w/girlfriend) handsome 45 yr-old, 5'8", 180 lbs with brown (s&p) hair and green eyes, masculine, dominant (in a nice sensual way). Nicely endowed. Well-read and traveled. Yes, married 20 years, and have a girlfriend (well, another F-w-B situation) who occasionally travels with me and enjoys women as well ... am very discreet and can host in my 7th etage hotel. Adventurous, educated, world experienced, nice, funny, horny and "comfortable."
My pictures when you find the time to reply.
Ciao!
John" (I'm just not interested in joining a harem or being encouraged to join in his bi-girl fantasy. And, he missed the mark on the photo.)
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"hi !
I live in Paris, I'm a 32 years old man. I've lived + worked in the US a couple years ago.
(Short) Resume :
- doctorate studies at XYZ school in PDQ
- steady job : ABC in BCD
- loves to travel : I've been to many foreign countries. I have lived abroad in numerous countries including the USA.
- hobbies : photography, museums (orsay, louvre ...), castles, exhibitions, music performing ...
You can find some pic of mine here:
www.lets-skirt-the-photo-request-a-bit.com
If you don't reply to this message, well ... good luck on your search.
Cheers from Paris,
j." (Nice of him to wish me well. A resume? Hm.. and what will castles have to do with the friends with benefits? Well, I guess there's the friends part, yes, that's true. He does sound good, but there's no photo attached.)
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"Would you be willing to meet a well educated married man with alot of the traits that you desire. I am in search of new experiences and adventure with the right woman in Paris. You may be the chosen one. If interested please write back, and I will send a picture. We could meet at the Starbucks for coffee on Avenue Victor Hugo or you name the place! I am on a long term expat assignment and I live in the 18th.
John" (Honey, I am the chosen one - there's no maybe in this. No photo.)
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"Hi!
I am really into your email. I am very much looking for a friends with benefits situation. I am older (early 40), smart, sharp and sexy. I am pretty fit, attractive and energetic. I am attached and don't have much time either. I am not looking to change my situation. But, I just want more. I want to feel the charge of being with someone new and to feel the exciting of passionate kissing and licking. I have never done this before. Maybe we can arrange our schedules so that we can work each other into our schedules. I would be a very attentive lover.
Let me know if you want to meet.
Kisses...."
followed 11 minutes later with "You know what...I could probably meet earlier than sunday. Tomorrow?" (Slow sinking into desperateness - not hot. No photo. Plus, I want less instant gratification, more longer time reliability. Less me sparking his dimmed life, more mutual gratification.)
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"your different statements are wonderful, I would be thus interesting in commucating with you.
My address email is jean@xxyyzz.com. What about a chat on messenger before arraging an appointment?
Jean" (Oh the French, so cute in their language. Would you thus be interested in me? And shall we chat before setting an appointment? ... no photo)
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"interesting...
I am 28 m french... living in LA, but "back home" for 2 weeks of holidays.
Care to meet?" (looking for longer term, no photo)
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"As your post was probably not real..I am just going to be a fool and take the chance and see what could happen..29 American blk professional male working and living here in Paris..Fun and down to earth..very funny and love to have a great time with great people...Looking to make a friend that is cool and fun..as i work alot and hardly have time to myself let alone going out to meet a people i have to resort to looking on CL to maybe find a person that can have more to say than..how big is your cock...So i will try this out if you are serious ..I will respond back with pics." (How big is your cock? ... You forgot to include a photo of it. Plus, you're still in your 20's.)
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A couple of guys (in their 20's) replied and included the full quotes and highlighted the names afterward like it was some kind of exam. Sad. One guy who sent an email (which was about how he likes being with 'older women' at his oh-so-young 25 years - c'mon.. 7 years? if you really like 'older women' you know not to call them 'older women') followed up his reply by accidentally calling me Trinity. Hm. As in Neo's Trinity? Hot.
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"Hi,
I must assume that a douzens of guys answered to your mail but I feel like I should send you one.
fun, laidback, outgoing male in Paris = it's me.
I would be glad to have a chance of having a coffe with you even thought I know you will first think I'm way too young for you.
I guess I might have some of the characteristics you think a man should have ;-)
I'm a 22 years old student (finance) and I'm sure that none of the other freaks who answered you before know that you were talking about Hemingway and Henry Miller.....
So feel free to write me back and why not trying to give me a chance just to see what happen ?
Voici une photo de moi,
bye
John" (It's not nice to name call. Shame on you. Now go stand in the corner while I call your mummy.)
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"Hi,
That is a very nice posting. I am an americain/irlandais living here in the 7th and working in the 16th and I can identify with, but not identify, the quotes. If i failed the test I am perhaps not worthy, but it is a very cool post nonetheless." (Hm. I kind of like the self-deprecating humor of the northern European, but it wasn't working here. No photo.)
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A very large Asian American guy emailed me with his email name being "Tom Jones" - got me all excited that Tom Jones was in Paris reading the CL dates and wanted to hook up. Bummer. (Only in town for the weekend, sounds a bit seedy.)
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Of course, as I make fun of people we all know it's a sign of insecurity. I know this. I am insecure. And each of these guys - you could say - put it on the line to go out on a date with me. Nice of them. But after the ad only being up for 12 hours, I had to have a system for making the cuts. I want/ed to reply to each to explain but I don't have that time. God, don't guilt me about how it's only going to make them feel more insecure because it's probably not. They probably all thought I was a hooker anyway. but so there you go. Perhaps you can take a lesson here, although not as if I speak for the entire woman population. I was lucky to get so many replies. You'll have to check back to see the ones who got replies from me and to hear about my Friday afternoon to Saturday morning. .... I have to watch myself. I'm not a sex addict. If I were it wouldn't matter who I was fucking or how. I'm an orgasm addict, which makes me a bit more picky and a bit more addictive. Cause when it's good - oh. oh. oh. God, it's so good.
But the neighbor came through. And I actually had to stop him at a point. Frankly though, he wasn't doing it for me either. I had actually been plotting any possible way to get out of going to the sex baths with him. I just didn't feel like hopping from naked room to naked room: hot tub to sauna to steam room to sex cabin. I just didn't feel like it. I kept thinking of him and me, in the little nook in the wall, on the bare tile of the steam room. I was completely grossed out and couldn't stop thinking about the millions of pubic and head hairs on the tile and all the possible cum piled up in corners. And then the tiny space, and him, spread eagle open with his knees back and me bony parts elbow resting to try to suck him off. Yes, I often have fat trucker fantasies and greasy grimey alley fuck dreams, but these are the thoughts that haunted me from the baths. Not how lovely the ornamentation was or how wonderfully warm the water felt or how the sauna was just warm/cool enough to tolerate. (Probably because none of this was true: the hot tub was just chilly enough that you couldn't quite settle in for a nice, long soak or fuck. The sauna just a bit too hot that you couldn't have a suck off on the beach of Mexico.)
And maybe it's because it's my neighbor and I know he's not a superstar actor but he pretends that he's better than the bougies. I don't know, but now I'm really not as grateful as I should be and instead I've turned bratty and needy and high-and-mighty thinking I can do better.... (Or, maybe I was graciously, desperately thanking him and happily satisfied but simply wanted more and it's only now that I look back with slight distaste.)
Meanwhile, my US friend bound for work in Saudi Arabia (where porn is illegal) sent me all his porn on CD.
So, with a slight dampening (and whetting) of the appetite, the seventeen-year-old boy moved back inside my body, kicked his shoes off, grabbed a bowl of Doritos, snuck some of his old man's beer up to my brain, slipped off his jeans and sat in his boxers in front of the computer. I thought homework, time running out, all the wonderful things I'd do with free weekend days if I could just knock out these papers. Instead, my cock got hard in my pants, my mind flashed between cyber/sex cyber/crime cyber/cyborgs cyber/cunt cyberrubber cyber/focus on your paper! cyber/feel it in your pants!
I thought long and hard, and then not so hard, and decided to press "Post." I wanted a quick lay, but more importantly I had to ensure I would not be hung and dry like this again. Julien wasn't so tops. The Scot was unattainable, on the road, and in love with some French girl in Madrid. The Canuck was too young. The neighbor filled me well in times of void. But there had to be others and I had to be able to fit it in to my schedule and I had to have some luck doing it my way.
I'd been reading the M4W and W4M and Casual Encounters for days off and on as the seventeen-year-old whacked off all over me. (bdsm planning takes more involvement but I was also surfing over there quite a bit, too.) I knew I'd get some hits if I posted on CL and I had an imagination that there'd be a lot of wading through and sorting and laughing at replies.
My ad on Craig's List:
I would like to find a friend-with-benefits arrangement with a man who might have at least three of these characteristics: witty, brooding, sexy, funny, daring, confident. It would be even more delicious if he came with a dominant drive, naughty mind, other occupations in life, and is easy on the eyes.
I am at least three of these adjectives: spontaneous, sexy, lingual, intelligent, bold, athletic, cheeky.
I'm interested in men my own age or older, please think twice before contacting me if you're in your 20s. I don't have a lot of time in my week, am not interested in marriage (of convenience or inconvenience), and wouldn't mind if you were attached to another woman. This isn't an instant gratification announcement, I'd like to meet for a coffee to see if we are compatible. Hosting at my place isn't ideal, but can be considered. Please include a photo when responding.
And just for fun, additional points for those who can identify the people behind these quotes:
"I would give my bush, my tuft to eat to anybody I fancied, and if I felt the desire, [to] rough men who, however, don't ask for anything other than fucking the woman who offers herself asking nothing in return."
"In the morning I walked down the Boulevard to the Rue Soufflot for coffee and brioche. It was a fine morning. The horse-chestnut trees in the Luxembourg gardens were in bloom."
"One becomes aware in France, after having lived in America, that sex pervades the air. It's there all around you, like a fluid."
27 were deleted for failing the simple tests of answering the game and being older than in their 20's:
"cheeky? i believe i am." - with 2 photos, one of him showering (really, guys, it's not the first thing we want to see. have a bit of class.)
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"very cool but u for sure got a million responces i live in 16 area if u have yahoo we can chat i have cam i dont want to write a lot because rather show all i am worth in person i am from uk and usa take care john" (cannot follow directions, does not get next step)
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"there's no picture attached so i suppose i'll be
thrown in the bin straight away, but...
i am 32, 6 foot, 65kg, and any of the personality
characteristics would not be for me to say...
but I reckon it's Nin, Hemingway and Miller - how did
I do?
and i'll leave you with this since you like writing,
France and things physical:
....plura erant oscula quam sententiae; saepius ad
sinus quam ad libros reducebantur manus, crebrius
oculos amor in se reflectebat quam lectio in
scripturam dirigebat." (negativity isn't sexy, trying to guilt me is less sexy, latin is way less sexy -- though this exercept is hot)
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"Hi There,
29 m american in paris here. i will be here for two
weeks. I am white, very fit, very clean looking for
some good clean nsa fun. Let me know if you are
interested and I will send you a pic.
Take Care,
John"(color-specific people aren't my bag of tricks, nor are clean looking people or people that specify that they are those things in the 3rd sentence of their introduction)
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"Hello
I saw your post and thought I would say hi...
write me back if your interested, maybe we can chat sometime" (this guy attached a photo of his financial-district-slick-hair-suited-specialness - while he followed the format, he also followed the format and thought I'd be salivating at his pic, too much ego)
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"I was hesitant to contact you as, unfortunately, I don't spend that much time in Paris.
I say 'unfortunately' for the same reason that I decided to contact you: you sound like a very interesting person and, hey, correspondence is a start...
I would hope not to be too wide of the mark if I were to claim some measure of all of the characteristics you list, although it would be an unusually good day if I managed them all at once in any quantity!
I'm 38, attached, but looking to expand my horizons a little - we only go through this life once, and I would like to sample as much of it as I can get my hands on - to run barefoot through the green grass on the *other* side of the fence, just once in a while, while nobody is looking.
I get up to Paris on average once a month, for a week during which I work silly long hours, but I ought to be available for (and would be delighted to propose) a coffee or two (at least) during those times.
I didn't know any of your quotes, so I looked them up: I'd like to thank you for leading me to something I might otherwise have missed. "The Man from Albuquerque" passage is fierce and erotic, and I can picture myself in it as protagonist or voyeur, or object. I shall look out for more Julie Saget.
I have read very little Hemingway, probably because he was required English Literature reading, but feel inspired to have a look. Maybe I'll try The Sun Also Rises.
I've not knowingly read any Henry Miller, however he appears to have been very prolific, so who knows - maybe I have read some of his work. I stumbled upon the phrase "It is true I swim in a perpetual sea of sex but the actual excursions are fairly limited", which struck a chord - it is to avoid such a situation that I am here...
I've attached a photo, in the hope that it tells you something useful.
I particularly liked yours: I would love to know the circumstances under which it was taken." (I liked this guy, but he lacked some kind of ... naturalness, joie de vivre, like I could sense this was his first foray into 'cheating' and he felt like it was 'cheating' already and he was a little too structured in his delivery for that.)
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"Little idea regarding the first but Ernest and Henry most definitely are behind the other two.
So excited to make your acquaintance, albeit over mail. Such is life these days.
People have described me (if I may say so) as: adventurous, passionate and driven. Now I can understand if at least one of these may put you off but I am extremely open minded.
I am 35, I'd say progressing well in life, no hang ups but very keen on going on a journey of discovery in my life.
Hence me contacting. You sound interesting and seductive. Coffee would be great.
Picture will certainly improve in quality with one of yours!
talk soon." ("such is life these days" - god, I can hear the burdened sigh of depression and tragedy. Put me off? Lord. Don't be so dramatic. Who describes living as "progressing well"? Sigh. If I had the time, I'd date him just to make him feel better about things but I don't have time to light those kind of furnaces.)
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"Hi, [the structure of this email was formatted like an official letter with double-spacing between introduction and closing; I've re-sized for brevity]
What about meeting up with a funny charming french gentleman ??
Located in NYC but in Paris at the moment, single, non smoker, in very good shape, classy, educated clean cut professional.
Also an investment banker but not the typical one, I have many interets : contemporary art (I have a few paintings at home), music (I love going to concerts), travelling to exotic destinations (was in Bahrain and New Zealand very recently Japan and China lately) and sport (I am a keen golfer, also play tennis, go to the gym very regularly). I like the finer things in life but am still very much down to earth.
I am serious too about what I am looking for, upscale, educated, real and very well manered people.
I am very good looking, brown eyed, caucasian, height-weight proportionate at about 6' and 175 lbs, 40.
I am also proud to tell you I read your post entirely :
The third quote is from Henry Miller…… I love the Letters to Anaïs Nin,even if this quote is not from that book.
The second quote is from Ernest Hemingway in “The sun also rises”
And unfortunately, I don’t know the first one…….. Nobody’s perfect ;-)
Hope you will be interested and I look forward to hearing form you." (Nice guy, I'm definitely not what he's looking for, and I think he's wound too tightly and secretly wants to be spanked while wearing my lacy thong. And, you're right, nobody's perfect but some of us don't worry about it.)
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"Hello -
I travel to Paris on occasion and would enjoy having you as a F-w-B. I am married (w/girlfriend) handsome 45 yr-old, 5'8", 180 lbs with brown (s&p) hair and green eyes, masculine, dominant (in a nice sensual way). Nicely endowed. Well-read and traveled. Yes, married 20 years, and have a girlfriend (well, another F-w-B situation) who occasionally travels with me and enjoys women as well ... am very discreet and can host in my 7th etage hotel. Adventurous, educated, world experienced, nice, funny, horny and "comfortable."
My pictures when you find the time to reply.
Ciao!
John" (I'm just not interested in joining a harem or being encouraged to join in his bi-girl fantasy. And, he missed the mark on the photo.)
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"hi !
I live in Paris, I'm a 32 years old man. I've lived + worked in the US a couple years ago.
(Short) Resume :
- doctorate studies at XYZ school in PDQ
- steady job : ABC in BCD
- loves to travel : I've been to many foreign countries. I have lived abroad in numerous countries including the USA.
- hobbies : photography, museums (orsay, louvre ...), castles, exhibitions, music performing ...
You can find some pic of mine here:
www.lets-skirt-the-photo-request-a-bit.com
If you don't reply to this message, well ... good luck on your search.
Cheers from Paris,
j." (Nice of him to wish me well. A resume? Hm.. and what will castles have to do with the friends with benefits? Well, I guess there's the friends part, yes, that's true. He does sound good, but there's no photo attached.)
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"Would you be willing to meet a well educated married man with alot of the traits that you desire. I am in search of new experiences and adventure with the right woman in Paris. You may be the chosen one. If interested please write back, and I will send a picture. We could meet at the Starbucks for coffee on Avenue Victor Hugo or you name the place! I am on a long term expat assignment and I live in the 18th.
John" (Honey, I am the chosen one - there's no maybe in this. No photo.)
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"Hi!
I am really into your email. I am very much looking for a friends with benefits situation. I am older (early 40), smart, sharp and sexy. I am pretty fit, attractive and energetic. I am attached and don't have much time either. I am not looking to change my situation. But, I just want more. I want to feel the charge of being with someone new and to feel the exciting of passionate kissing and licking. I have never done this before. Maybe we can arrange our schedules so that we can work each other into our schedules. I would be a very attentive lover.
Let me know if you want to meet.
Kisses...."
followed 11 minutes later with "You know what...I could probably meet earlier than sunday. Tomorrow?" (Slow sinking into desperateness - not hot. No photo. Plus, I want less instant gratification, more longer time reliability. Less me sparking his dimmed life, more mutual gratification.)
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"your different statements are wonderful, I would be thus interesting in commucating with you.
My address email is jean@xxyyzz.com. What about a chat on messenger before arraging an appointment?
Jean" (Oh the French, so cute in their language. Would you thus be interested in me? And shall we chat before setting an appointment? ... no photo)
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"interesting...
I am 28 m french... living in LA, but "back home" for 2 weeks of holidays.
Care to meet?" (looking for longer term, no photo)
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"As your post was probably not real..I am just going to be a fool and take the chance and see what could happen..29 American blk professional male working and living here in Paris..Fun and down to earth..very funny and love to have a great time with great people...Looking to make a friend that is cool and fun..as i work alot and hardly have time to myself let alone going out to meet a people i have to resort to looking on CL to maybe find a person that can have more to say than..how big is your cock...So i will try this out if you are serious ..I will respond back with pics." (How big is your cock? ... You forgot to include a photo of it. Plus, you're still in your 20's.)
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A couple of guys (in their 20's) replied and included the full quotes and highlighted the names afterward like it was some kind of exam. Sad. One guy who sent an email (which was about how he likes being with 'older women' at his oh-so-young 25 years - c'mon.. 7 years? if you really like 'older women' you know not to call them 'older women') followed up his reply by accidentally calling me Trinity. Hm. As in Neo's Trinity? Hot.
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"Hi,
I must assume that a douzens of guys answered to your mail but I feel like I should send you one.
fun, laidback, outgoing male in Paris = it's me.
I would be glad to have a chance of having a coffe with you even thought I know you will first think I'm way too young for you.
I guess I might have some of the characteristics you think a man should have ;-)
I'm a 22 years old student (finance) and I'm sure that none of the other freaks who answered you before know that you were talking about Hemingway and Henry Miller.....
So feel free to write me back and why not trying to give me a chance just to see what happen ?
Voici une photo de moi,
bye
John" (It's not nice to name call. Shame on you. Now go stand in the corner while I call your mummy.)
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"Hi,
That is a very nice posting. I am an americain/irlandais living here in the 7th and working in the 16th and I can identify with, but not identify, the quotes. If i failed the test I am perhaps not worthy, but it is a very cool post nonetheless." (Hm. I kind of like the self-deprecating humor of the northern European, but it wasn't working here. No photo.)
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A very large Asian American guy emailed me with his email name being "Tom Jones" - got me all excited that Tom Jones was in Paris reading the CL dates and wanted to hook up. Bummer. (Only in town for the weekend, sounds a bit seedy.)
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Of course, as I make fun of people we all know it's a sign of insecurity. I know this. I am insecure. And each of these guys - you could say - put it on the line to go out on a date with me. Nice of them. But after the ad only being up for 12 hours, I had to have a system for making the cuts. I want/ed to reply to each to explain but I don't have that time. God, don't guilt me about how it's only going to make them feel more insecure because it's probably not. They probably all thought I was a hooker anyway. but so there you go. Perhaps you can take a lesson here, although not as if I speak for the entire woman population. I was lucky to get so many replies. You'll have to check back to see the ones who got replies from me and to hear about my Friday afternoon to Saturday morning. .... I have to watch myself. I'm not a sex addict. If I were it wouldn't matter who I was fucking or how. I'm an orgasm addict, which makes me a bit more picky and a bit more addictive. Cause when it's good - oh. oh. oh. God, it's so good.
Saturday, February 2, 2008
just once: holla back ya'll
James tells me he doesn't comment a lot because he doesn't want to be one of the million white guys who reads. It'd be nice to see who does though. I'm not keeping up with my stats counter. And, I'd like to get to know ya.
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