morning weight: 261 lbs
No change in the scale and that's OK.
Had an IM chat with le French man last night. Mr X is interesting, to say the least. He has a home in Paris and another house (and I quote) "near Tarbes, in the south of France, close to Toulouse and Pau."
Hmm. He's here on business, leaving Saturday. Will I go meet him tonight? No. Did he ask? No. How do I feel at the moment? Curious. I just feel like calling his bluff.
He says back in France he has a web cam. Along with a horse and a dog. So, we'll see if he resembles his photos. Claims he's never done internet dating before. I'm his first contact with that social culture. Great. Bring on the guinea pigs people!
My friend, the princess of Sweden says, "If he IS real, he's gay and doesn't know it." Hmm. I could use a gay friend in the south of France.
I am jaded. Which is a shame. Twenty years ago when I fell head over heels in love with (and married) my first foreigner, I believed in everything. I lived the fairy tale dream. Now it seems I believe in nothing outside myself. After all, my thoughts and my actions are the only things within my control. The rest is up to the universe. Another book concept: From Romantic to Realistic in 20 Years. It'll be a bestseller.
In his first email Mr X wrote "hello princess..." and referred to me as "an angel." Is this not remnant of Carrie's "The Ick Factor" episode with Alexander? If Mr X starts to compare my green eyes to the lush forest of godknowswhere, I might have to call an emergency SATC session.
The Future Princess of France wishes you all a great weekend!
Losing Weight; Finding Men
"Never make someone a priority in your life when you are just their option."