Day 19 of 30: Laws of attraction

How terribly flattered! My very first live interview. I'm famous bitches!!! Sure that may sound conceited but it's the truth and I'm disgustingly proud. Don't like it? Delete me! Okay...now seriously, I'm so flattered. Any ways...this is how it all happened. I get an email from Jean-Baptiste, he says..." I want  to interview you", I think to myself, is this just a catchy way to say "you are cool, let's hang out?" I arrive and it's for real. He had been following my blog and was interested in hearing more about my experiences here with pick-up's etc and how they differed from the states.  At first, I'm thinking...crap! Perhaps I should have washed my hair or put my make-up on in the light. It was awesome. I feel like a million bucks. Times two.

Safia met up with us. We chat for hours with the bloggers, real life people trying to understand the universe of love, dating, relationships and deciphering all the bullshit in between. Real life hitch and gang. This dynamic duo, Jeffrey and Jean-Baptiste, go on location in the streets of Paris, interviewing, staging encounters, street pick-ups etc....all in the name of the human condition as it pertains to attraction. They live and breath their art and make a living of it. Jean- Baptiste is a professional dating coach.Check out his site at http://www.blusherseduction.com/ (JB's pic above)

From there to dinner and more drinks and then off to Candelaria. There we meet Camilla. A beautiful LA gal, my age. She validated everything I have been contemplating about men, sexuality, homo erotica in this terribly confusing land. Am I that close minded? She's been here one year. Me only 2 weeks and I feel everything that she is fearing. We agree to take this show on the road to tourist ville and try Paris out with our own kind. A little timber jack experience...more to come.

A terribly good looking man approaches Camilla, Erin and I. Tall, fit, looking very heterosexual. “Excuse me, why do American’s say ‘It was like’ when they are telling a story? In South Africa we only us it as a simile. I counted 10 in your one conversation.” To which Erin responds, “How come your country had apartheid until not long ago?” To which I respond, “Let’s have a shot and toast to you being a super fucking asshole.” And so we did.

PS- Here is a photo of the box cutter than the cabby threatened me with when my leg came too close to his dashboard. He held it up and mumbled some french....I laughed hysterically and then asked him to pose with it.