Sweetness!

So, I was lying in my bed after coming up from the laundry room without doing any laundry. I was just going to begin my daily search for stand up comedians when my friend burst into the apartment...

"Guess who is downstairs?" he asks, his eyes twinkling mischievously...

I knew immediately who he was on about. It was the young French guy that I often made jokes about becoming his sugar mummy...

"Really?"

"Yeah, he is down there..."

Well, nobody had to ask me twice. I put on my jogging shoes without socks and followed my friend behind.

I just happened to run into him...

"Oh hi" I say...

He kisses me on the cheeks...

Hot damn!

 We begin to chat, about nothing...something about shoes and running...I ask him if he wants to go out for a drink.

He follows me back to the apartment, I grab my coat and we go to the nearby bar.

I felt like a Puma. How old is he?

We talk about stuff, he laughs at all my jokes. I ask him if he has a girlfriend. He says he doesn't. The girl I thought was his girlfriend is only a friend. He does not like going to clubs. That's alright, I say. I and my friends just hang out at bars. He won't mind going out with me to a bar.

Really?

He walks me home. Kisses again.

I walk around to my neighbour's,  another French guy. He comes out and smokes a cigarette on me. I am a passive smoker. We talk about our latest updates on romance. I tell him about the young guy. We both have a good laugh.

We hug.

Life is sweet.