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| So the next morning I call Simone and ask if she wants a tour of the city. |
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| Oh. |
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| "Okay, I'll call you later." French bitch. |
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| Well, I guess I should practice my French, just in case. Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir? |
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| The next day Simone calls me and asks me to meet her downtown. |
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| I'm playing it so very cool. What? Oh, you want me to meet you? Hmm, okay, I guess I have time. |
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| Is she ignoring me? |
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She tells me she's still suffering from jet lag so I should "excusez-moi" her little lapses. Whatever! I love you! |
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| She wants to buy some chocolate. What we call inedible, stale, cheap, chocolate-covered "cherries" that are really lumps of undefinable goo, they call bon bons in French. Isn't that interesting? |
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| She finally gets around to talking about me and wants to know what I'd like to do next. |
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| I tell her I'd love a burger. |
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| We talk about the movie we just saw... |
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| and how much we love pizza... |
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| and how great it is that Rex & Jean-Paul are dating. She's sorry she missed the party but she was unpacking. |
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| After lunch I tell her I have to go. I want to leave before she wants me to leave. |
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| ooops, did I say that out loud? |
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| I am, like, in love with this girl, can she see this? |
But is she gay? |
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