My lady has arrived! There were times when it felt as if this day would never come but as true as true can be…she is here. Paris starts today! It all started with a harmless stroll along the Seine but ended on the line between gay love and cuddle naps.
What the tourist books will not direct you to is the Banana Club, happened upon by chance alone. It all started with a touch on the shoulder and what ensued is fit only for Cinemax tv. A group of 4 asked if we were French and where we were going. Upon recognition of our ambiguity they lead the way. A German Goddess her gorgeous lover and their two pals, fun as fun can be. We followed blindly believing that the Banana Club was all that was promised, good clean French fun.
A long legged trani lead the way to this utopia of uncertainty and sexual mischief. Coddled by the sweet sweet love of Moet we questioned nothing. Wicked glances across the way made us question intentions at a place where in America no straight man dare. We met a young Russian, it was his first night in Paris, just like Erin. We set out to get him some male companionship.Little did we know that he would end up alone and we would have to escape through a back door to avoid the seemingly gay men from the Banana Club. It has to be much more confusing for them, at least we know which team we bat for, with certainty. I have never seen anything like this, but the men in this “gay club” craved beauty in whatever sexual form it came in. No offense to the Frenchies but the per capita of hot is apparently very low because we ran from that place, scared, confused, and maybe a bit flattered . . . so what.
Did I mention they have a smoking room, a 2 foot by 1 ½ wonder of second hand smoke. Yes, if you crave a cigarette after 1-5 glasses of champagne, you may find yourself in this claustrophobic nook (as pictured at right). 
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