Other peoples single-life

... is a much fun to follow as my own. I met this French guy a few weeks ago, young, good looking and very very flirty. Almost too flirty, I got a bit suspicious. And even though he claimed to be a top-model I wouldn't touch him, he smelt like he hadn't washed either himself or his clothes the past 2 months.

Anyroads, I "dumped" him after one coffee date, the unfreshness being too much to cope with. But we are still in contact on the MSN and he is telling me ALL about his very adventorous love-life. And clearly, that was the ONLY thing he wanted from me too. In combination with licking my feet and stroking my legs. Ehh.. another whacko. Of course. I said I already knew everything about love for Helmut Newton-girls and he was stunned "this is supposed to be men's secrets". Eeeh, why are you all so predictable then?

Last Monday he showed up and told me about his weekend. On the Sunday only he had dated three girls. Made out with one in the afternoon in a pub, had drink with a second a bit later, and the last one was all time high and they shagged all night. He was exhausted he said. Then he had to go, cause he was licking another girl's feet at lunchtime.

Great for him, but seriously, this being true or not, does he really think I would be interested in having his filthy body over me after knowing this? He says he has to "conquer me" too. Sorry, I am a neutral Swede my dear Napoleon..!

Men are a mysterium.

Au revoir!