Re: Report post French invasion

September 6, 2005

OK...so as you all know, I've been really tired. I upped my iron intake, and I felt a bit more energetic, but of course, I wound up overdoing it over the weekend and now I'm toast again.

Olivier, Serge and Armand descended on Friday a.m. I was a bit stressed out leading up to it, because this was the first time that I have seen Olivier since I "Kicked him to the curb" and found ( a much kinder, attentive sweetie.) I was worried that I'd be attracted to him, and that it would cause problems in my relationship...I was worried about how things would go between us, that it might be awkward, etc...

It was ok. We had our moments, though. He is definitely very jealous...and as a result, was kind of a brat from time to time. His friend, Serge, was a Godsend. He's much more balanced and mature than Olivier is...and he would rebuke him (with humor) when Olivier was being too bratty. You know, things like, "Look, you are the idiot that let her get away because of neglect, so you just have to deal with the fact that there is someone else now."

Mainly, he acted like a friend (albeit a petulent one). The first night, he came to me to hug me goodnight (which we always do), and he just wouldn't let go. Finally he went to kiss me, and I assumed he was going to do the kiss on each cheek...or a light peck on the lips. Nope. He kissed me passionately, and when I pulled away (although not in horror with a sound slap on his cheek, I was a bit too stunned to respond. He hasn't kissed me like that for a very long time) he kissed me again.

I asked him why he had done that. He just teared up and walked away.

So, it was tough. There were other things that I won't get into...fights we had, and some intense discussion. They come back on the 13th, and leave the next day for France. (They just left a few minutes ago to take off for Las Vegas.)

Some nice little ego boosts for the weekend: we went shopping at Lucky Brands (his favorite store, currently), and once again, I fit into size 12 jeans...and they look great. I bought this very adorable, sexy top. All three boys heartily approved of the outfit...except of course, Olivier (per his immature self) casually shrugged his shoulder nonchalently, while the other two exclaimed and flattered. (Of course, later, when I wore the outfit out to dinner, O. couldn't take his eyes off of me.) So, that was great.

On Saturday night, we went to dinner at Betelnut, and then went to a bar/club on Fillmore street. They wanted to cruise chicks...and Olivier wanted to do that, too. And here's the thing, and I'm not lying here...we walked in. It was packed. This unbelievably gorgeous guy immediately grabs my hand and starts flirting and tells me that his buddy, who is from Brazil, saw me walk in and wanted him to act as a translator for me because he was so attracted to me. OK. Whatever. I mean, I'm surrounded by Marina chicks...you know, 25 years old...big fake breasts, tall, thin, blonde...a Brazilian guy's dream. So, I'm thinking..."Well, gee the friend is hot...but this guy is probably a toad." NOT. He was 6'4", gorgeous beyond gorgeous...tall, dark hair, startling green eyes...HOT HOT HOT. And get this...maybe 25 (here I am, this 41 year old broad.)

So, we started dancing...communicating in this odd mixture of French and Spanish (I speak both, though my French is better)...whereas he speaks Portugese. But, it worked...he bought me a drink, he was dancing with me, it was great, very you know...Brazilian sexy. AND THEN...AND I AM NOT KIDDING....his friend, who was a beautiful guy, too...came up and started dancing behind me like a sandwich situation.

And there was Olivier watching the whole thing. (For those of you who don't know...Olivier was very rejecting for a long time, and I was continually hurt by mixed messages sent by him...he always had the upper hand.) So, drum roll please...the friend, who is studying at Berkeley and speaks English well, said something to his buddy...and then he propositioned me. Yes, you have it: they BOTH wanted to go home with me and er, you know....er....

I MEAN...talk about fantasyland!!!! Now, don't get me wrong...I am not the type of girl to go home with a guy I just met at a bar in ANY situation...but TWO GUYS...who were unbelievably beautiful...I mean, truly hot. What an incredibly cool thing. But, of course I had to say, "Sorry two very hot and beautiful Brazilian guys...I have three French guys staying with me at the moment, so it would be a bit difficult."

Olivier saw the whole sandwich thing, and had enough...so he started marching over with a pissed off look on his face...and right as he approached, the guy behind me put his hands on my waist and started kissing my neck, and the one in front of me reached down and started kissing the other side of my neck. Olivier came up and said a few words and grabbed my hand and pulled me away. I laughed and raised an eyebrow at the other two, and they waved good-bye. Later, the tall one came by as he was leaving, and gave me a hug.

Jeez, I feel like Francisco, here.

But, it was great because they hadn't had any success, because they were too shy with their English...and here I was, literally within the first minute, being picked up on by two gorgeous men. HA. HA Olivier.

(I did tell about it, because I want to be honest...and I made it clear that I had no intention of going home with them, and when they kissed my neck, I was very uncomfortable.)

The thing is...I know they may have had beer goggles on, but still....

So, the next night, we went to dinner in Sausalito (SushiRan), and went to a Bar afterwards. There were guys playing a version of shuffleboard, and we watched for a bit. So, I went up to a guy and asked him how the game worked. He said, "I know you, Robynn. Do you remember me?" I didn't at first, and then realized he was a neighbor of my cousin's in Sausalito...he has been at a couple of parties. He was just out of context, so I didn't recognize him at first.

Anyway, this is someone who is maybe 30...he works for LucasFilms, and he is an animator. He's incredibly talented, and actually wrote the Bible on Computer animation. Despite this, he's pretty cool, not a complete computer geek. He goes to Burning Man, and he's very humble despite his incredible success. My cousin was always trying to set him up with her somewhat superficial, not very bright friends. He never had any interest in them, and would always spend the evening talking to me. Of course, I was married and older...so I assumed I was just "safe" for him. Although...there were times when I thought, "He really is looking for somebody a bit more like me" because he really seemed to bubble alive when he was talking to me.

Anyway, he asked where Steve was, and I told him we were separated. I thought he was going to do a backflip when he tried to mask his elation as he said, "Oh, I am so sorry." And then he immediately asked, "SO, is there anyone now? Who are those French guys?" So, I told him that Olivier and I had tried to make it work, but it just didn't happen, and now we are friends. Just friends.

He said, "You know, Lucas just moved over to the Presidio...you live in the Marina now?" I told him yes, and we kind of talked about the people in the Marina (lots of them are very snobby and kind of superficial and irritating in a very rich, beautiful people sort of way). He said, "Well, I must say, the quality of women just went up about a thousand percent in the Marina if you are living there." OK. Wow. Anyway, he asked me for my number, programmed it in his cell...and then Olivier came and dragged me off.

He called the very next day, and asked me to go to cofffee. I told him that he'd need to call back after my guests were gone, but that it would be great to go to coffee. He's a very nice guy, and it would be fun to hang out with him. Of course, I haven't forgotten , and I'm not talking about romance here....I'll have to be upfront with Matt about my situation...I just didn't have time to go into it.

The bottom line is: what the heck is it with these young guys? I mean, HELLO, I'm 41 years old! Matt knew me at my full girth, and didn't even mention the change in me physically. But, he had always been interested in me.

So, the thing is...this is all new stuff for me...I haven't had this kind of attention for about 15 years. I can see how this stuff could go to your head and screw you up pretty well. It's intoxicating and makes you feel powerful to have people be attracted to you. Living with integrity and with your ethics in tact is a challenge when you have been locked away in a fat suit of armour, you know? It's also a bit scary...but I felt safe with Olivier and Serge and Armand there to protect me.

They were very solicitious of my health, particularly Serge. He and Olivier would conference and suddenly decide that we needed to go home and take a nap, for instance. Most of the time, I was on Olivier's arm...sometimes Serge. So they tok care of me.

We went out on a sail boat one day, to the Wine Country one day, and did the SF tourist thing on Monday. We went to Tiburon to Sam's for brunch..it was a fun weekend.

I ate more than I usually do, because we went out for every meal. So, I had plenty of protein. Serge and Olivier were very protective about that. "Robynn, cherie, you must eat some protein...here, have some of my crab." Oddly enough, I lost weight even though I was eating more. And I had more energy.

The one terrible thing is that I did drink a bit. Not much, it's not like I ever finished a drink. Just a couple of sips of wine, really...but empty calories and nutrition...so I shouldn't have done it. Olivier always finished my plate for me (he did that before the surgery too...he just had even more to eat this time.) And when we were at Sam's, I ordered a Bloody (what the heck was I thinking...they are famous for them, and I always used to get them there, so it was habit), he said, "Non, Robynn. Your tummy is still sick. Water, my love. That's all."

So, they were good to me, and it was fun. I'm exhausted, but it was fun. Last night we went to a jazz club (French people LOVE American jazz)...and got home at around 10:30.

Here I am...alive, intact...and actually glad that they came. I still love Olivier as a friend, even though he's a combination of Angel and Cruel Boy...(he did bring me great presents from France...and Serge would not let me pay for ANYTHING)...we got some great pictures of all of us (Shell...if you post, I'll send you the photos so you can post them, I can't figure out how to do it for the life of me!)

The best thing of all of this...being with Olivier, while fun, just highlighted how grateful I am to have someone like in my life. He never makes me sad or insecure. He never teases me about things that are hurtful. He never acts nonchalent about me. He told me that he had been worried all weekend (we talked a number of times, even when the boys were here) and that he loved me. I told him a couple of the hurtful things that Olivier said...and that he was totally jealous of , saying ridiculous things...and I confessed to that Olivier kissed me. He wasn't surprised, he expected that Olivier would do that.

i told him it hadn't worked, that my heart is still his...and all is well that ends well....

RobynnRobynn VanPatten wrote:

Delaina, not to assume that you aren't aware of this...but you DO know that the B12 sublingual is something you place under your tongue, and you let it dissolve, right? I mean, you don't chew it, because it is pretty nasty if you do that. It could be a matter of taste, but I don't find them particularly offensive, so I was wondering whether you might be taking them improperly?

Robynn Diane Duenas wrote:

I do both the monthly injections at Kaiser and daily sublingualsHuggles> Does anyone get the injections instead of the using> the sublingual b 12..that crap is NASTY> > > > > ______________________________________________________> Click here to donate to the Hurricane Katrina relief effort.> http://store.yahoo.com/redcross-donate3/

September 6, 2005

All I can say is WOW Robynn. Can't wait to actually

see you here in the office so I can get what you could

not actually type here (lol).

Pam Marsh

--- Robynn VanPatten robynnsf@...> wrote:

> OK...so as you all know, I've been really tired. I

> upped my iron intake, and I felt a bit more

> energetic, but of course, I wound up overdoing it

> over the weekend and now I'm toast again.

>

> Olivier, Serge and Armand descended on Friday a.m.

> I was a bit stressed out leading up to it, because

> this was the first time that I have seen Olivier

> since I " Kicked him to the curb " and found ( a

> much kinder, attentive sweetie.) I was worried that

> I'd be attracted to him, and that it would cause

> problems in my relationship...I was worried about

> how things would go between us, that it might be

> awkward, etc...

>

> It was ok. We had our moments, though. He is

> definitely very jealous...and as a result, was kind

> of a brat from time to time. His friend, Serge, was

> a Godsend. He's much more balanced and mature than

> Olivier is...and he would rebuke him (with humor)

> when Olivier was being too bratty. You know, things

> like, " Look, you are the idiot that let her get away

> because of neglect, so you just have to deal with

> the fact that there is someone else now. "

>

> Mainly, he acted like a friend (albeit a petulent

> one). The first night, he came to me to hug me

> goodnight (which we always do), and he just wouldn't

> let go. Finally he went to kiss me, and I assumed

> he was going to do the kiss on each cheek...or a

> light peck on the lips. Nope. He kissed me

> passionately, and when I pulled away (although not

> in horror with a sound slap on his cheek, I was a

> bit too stunned to respond. He hasn't kissed me

> like that for a very long time) he kissed me again.

>

> I asked him why he had done that. He just teared up

> and walked away.

>

> So, it was tough. There were other things that I

> won't get into...fights we had, and some intense

> discussion. They come back on the 13th, and leave

> the next day for France. (They just left a few

> minutes ago to take off for Las Vegas.)

>

> Some nice little ego boosts for the weekend: we

> went shopping at Lucky Brands (his favorite store,

> currently), and once again, I fit into size 12

> jeans...and they look great. I bought this very

> adorable, sexy top. All three boys heartily

> approved of the outfit...except of course, Olivier

> (per his immature self) casually shrugged his

> shoulder nonchalently, while the other two exclaimed

> and flattered. (Of course, later, when I wore the

> outfit out to dinner, O. couldn't take his eyes off

> of me.) So, that was great.

>

> On Saturday night, we went to dinner at Betelnut,

> and then went to a bar/club on Fillmore street.

> They wanted to cruise chicks...and Olivier wanted to

> do that, too. And here's the thing, and I'm not

> lying here...we walked in. It was packed. This

> unbelievably gorgeous guy immediately grabs my hand

> and starts flirting and tells me that his buddy, who

> is from Brazil, saw me walk in and wanted him to act

> as a translator for me because he was so attracted

> to me. OK. Whatever. I mean, I'm surrounded by

> Marina chicks...you know, 25 years old...big fake

> breasts, tall, thin, blonde...a Brazilian guy's

> dream. So, I'm thinking... " Well, gee the friend is

> hot...but this guy is probably a toad. " NOT. He

> was 6'4 " , gorgeous beyond gorgeous...tall, dark

> hair, startling green eyes...HOT HOT HOT. And get

> this...maybe 25 (here I am, this 41 year old broad.)

>

> So, we started dancing...communicating in this odd

> mixture of French and Spanish (I speak both, though

> my French is better)...whereas he speaks Portugese.

> But, it worked...he bought me a drink, he was

> dancing with me, it was great, very you

> know...Brazilian sexy. AND THEN...AND I AM NOT

> KIDDING....his friend, who was a beautiful guy,

> too...came up and started dancing behind me like a

> sandwich situation.

>

> And there was Olivier watching the whole thing.

> (For those of you who don't know...Olivier was very

> rejecting for a long time, and I was continually

> hurt by mixed messages sent by him...he always had

> the upper hand.) So, drum roll please...the friend,

> who is studying at Berkeley and speaks English well,

> said something to his buddy...and then he

> propositioned me. Yes, you have it: they BOTH

> wanted to go home with me and er, you know....er....

>

> I MEAN...talk about fantasyland!!!! Now, don't get

> me wrong...I am not the type of girl to go home with

> a guy I just met at a bar in ANY situation...but TWO

> GUYS...who were unbelievably beautiful...I mean,

> truly hot. What an incredibly cool thing. But, of

> course I had to say, " Sorry two very hot and

> beautiful Brazilian guys...I have three French guys

> staying with me at the moment, so it would be a bit

> difficult. "

>

> Olivier saw the whole sandwich thing, and had

> enough...so he started marching over with a pissed

> off look on his face...and right as he approached,

> the guy behind me put his hands on my waist and

> started kissing my neck, and the one in front of me

> reached down and started kissing the other side of

> my neck. Olivier came up and said a few words and

> grabbed my hand and pulled me away. I laughed and

> raised an eyebrow at the other two, and they waved

> good-bye. Later, the tall one came by as he was

> leaving, and gave me a hug.

>

> Jeez, I feel like Francisco, here.

>

> But, it was great because they hadn't had any

> success, because they were too shy with their

> English...and here I was, literally within the first

> minute, being picked up on by two gorgeous men. HA.

> HA Olivier.

>

> (I did tell about it, because I want to be

> honest...and I made it clear that I had no intention

> of going home with them, and when they kissed my

> neck, I was very uncomfortable.)

>

> The thing is...I know they may have had beer goggles

> on, but still....

>

> So, the next night, we went to dinner in Sausalito

> (SushiRan), and went to a Bar afterwards. There

> were guys playing a version of shuffleboard, and we

> watched for a bit. So, I went up to a guy and asked

> him how the game worked. He said, " I know you,

> Robynn. Do you remember me? " I didn't at first,

> and then realized he was a neighbor of my cousin's

> in Sausalito...he has been at a couple of parties.

> He was just out of context, so I didn't recognize

> him at first.

>

> Anyway, this is someone who is maybe 30...he works

> for LucasFilms, and he is an animator. He's

> incredibly talented, and actually wrote the Bible on

> Computer animation. Despite this, he's pretty cool,

> not a complete computer geek. He goes to Burning

> Man, and he's very humble despite his incredible

> success. My cousin was always trying to set him up

> with her somewhat superficial, not very bright

> friends. He never had any interest in them, and

> would always spend the evening talking to me. Of

> course, I was married and older...so I assumed I was

> just " safe " for him. Although...there were times

> when I thought, " He really is looking for somebody a

> bit more like me " because he really seemed to bubble

> alive when he was talking to me.

>

> Anyway, he asked where Steve was, and I told him we

> were separated. I thought he was going to do a

> backflip when he tried to mask his elation as he

> said, " Oh, I am so sorry. " And then he immediately

> asked, " SO, is there anyone now? Who are those

> French guys? " So, I told him that Olivier and I had

> tried to make it work, but it just didn't happen,

> and now we are friends. Just friends.

>

> He said, " You know, Lucas just moved over to the

> Presidio...you live in the Marina now? " I told him

> yes, and we kind of talked about the people in the

> Marina (lots of them are very snobby and kind of

> superficial and irritating in a very rich, beautiful

> people sort of way). He said, " Well, I must say,

> the quality of women just went up about a thousand

> percent in the Marina if you are living there. " OK.

> Wow. Anyway, he asked me for my number, programmed

> it in his cell...and then Olivier came and dragged

> me off.

>

> He called the very next day, and asked me to go to

> cofffee. I told him that he'd need to call back

> after my guests were gone, but that it would be

> great to go to coffee. He's a very nice guy, and it

> would be fun to hang out with him. Of course, I

> haven't forgotten , and I'm not talking about

> romance here....I'll have to be upfront with Matt

> about my situation...I just didn't have time to go

> into it.

>

> The bottom line is: what the heck is it with these

> young guys? I mean, HELLO, I'm 41 years old! Matt

> knew me at my full girth, and didn't even mention

> the change in me physically. But, he had always

> been interested in me.

>

> So, the thing is...this is all new stuff for me...I

> haven't had this kind of attention for about 15

> years. I can see how this stuff could go to your

> head

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September 6, 2005

And Robynn, about all the attention being overwhelming

and intoxicating and how you have to be strong...you

are exactly right. You got to know that you know that

you know especially if you are married, engaged or in

a comitted relationship because you can get into

trouble.

That is why I take compliments as just that and if

there seems to be more then I just remove myself from

the situation and that person because it is not

healthy for me and could be a strain on my marriage.

My littel Special Agent friend that I do lunch with is

still simply that. We talked about what you and I

talked about the last time he came to see me for

lunch. I just reminded him that this is all it is

(lunch with a friend) and he concured because he just

like I have families and we know that neither one of

us are worth losing our families over. So I am

blessed to have finally met a man that can be just

that...a friend and not take it there. I suppose

there is a first time fro everything.

Take care Robynn.

Pam Marsh

--- Robynn VanPatten robynnsf@...> wrote:

> OK...so as you all know, I've been really tired. I

> upped my iron intake, and I felt a bit more

> energetic, but of course, I wound up overdoing it

> over the weekend and now I'm toast again.

>

> Olivier, Serge and Armand descended on Friday a.m.

> I was a bit stressed out leading up to it, because

> this was the first time that I have seen Olivier

> since I " Kicked him to the curb " and found ( a

> much kinder, attentive sweetie.) I was worried that

> I'd be attracted to him, and that it would cause

> problems in my relationship...I was worried about

> how things would go between us, that it might be

> awkward, etc...

>

> It was ok. We had our moments, though. He is

> definitely very jealous...and as a result, was kind

> of a brat from time to time. His friend, Serge, was

> a Godsend. He's much more balanced and mature than

> Olivier is...and he would rebuke him (with humor)

> when Olivier was being too bratty. You know, things

> like, " Look, you are the idiot that let her get away

> because of neglect, so you just have to deal with

> the fact that there is someone else now. "

>

> Mainly, he acted like a friend (albeit a petulent

> one). The first night, he came to me to hug me

> goodnight (which we always do), and he just wouldn't

> let go. Finally he went to kiss me, and I assumed

> he was going to do the kiss on each cheek...or a

> light peck on the lips. Nope. He kissed me

> passionately, and when I pulled away (although not

> in horror with a sound slap on his cheek, I was a

> bit too stunned to respond. He hasn't kissed me

> like that for a very long time) he kissed me again.

>

> I asked him why he had done that. He just teared up

> and walked away.

>

> So, it was tough. There were other things that I

> won't get into...fights we had, and some intense

> discussion. They come back on the 13th, and leave

> the next day for France. (They just left a few

> minutes ago to take off for Las Vegas.)

>

> Some nice little ego boosts for the weekend: we

> went shopping at Lucky Brands (his favorite store,

> currently), and once again, I fit into size 12

> jeans...and they look great. I bought this very

> adorable, sexy top. All three boys heartily

> approved of the outfit...except of course, Olivier

> (per his immature self) casually shrugged his

> shoulder nonchalently, while the other two exclaimed

> and flattered. (Of course, later, when I wore the

> outfit out to dinner, O. couldn't take his eyes off

> of me.) So, that was great.

>

> On Saturday night, we went to dinner at Betelnut,

> and then went to a bar/club on Fillmore street.

> They wanted to cruise chicks...and Olivier wanted to

> do that, too. And here's the thing, and I'm not

> lying here...we walked in. It was packed. This

> unbelievably gorgeous guy immediately grabs my hand

> and starts flirting and tells me that his buddy, who

> is from Brazil, saw me walk in and wanted him to act

> as a translator for me because he was so attracted

> to me. OK. Whatever. I mean, I'm surrounded by

> Marina chicks...you know, 25 years old...big fake

> breasts, tall, thin, blonde...a Brazilian guy's

> dream. So, I'm thinking... " Well, gee the friend is

> hot...but this guy is probably a toad. " NOT. He

> was 6'4 " , gorgeous beyond gorgeous...tall, dark

> hair, startling green eyes...HOT HOT HOT. And get

> this...maybe 25 (here I am, this 41 year old broad.)

>

> So, we started dancing...communicating in this odd

> mixture of French and Spanish (I speak both, though

> my French is better)...whereas he speaks Portugese.

> But, it worked...he bought me a drink, he was

> dancing with me, it was great, very you

> know...Brazilian sexy. AND THEN...AND I AM NOT

> KIDDING....his friend, who was a beautiful guy,

> too...came up and started dancing behind me like a

> sandwich situation.

>

> And there was Olivier watching the whole thing.

> (For those of you who don't know...Olivier was very

> rejecting for a long time, and I was continually

> hurt by mixed messages sent by him...he always had

> the upper hand.) So, drum roll please...the friend,

> who is studying at Berkeley and speaks English well,

> said something to his buddy...and then he

> propositioned me. Yes, you have it: they BOTH

> wanted to go home with me and er, you know....er....

>

> I MEAN...talk about fantasyland!!!! Now, don't get

> me wrong...I am not the type of girl to go home with

> a guy I just met at a bar in ANY situation...but TWO

> GUYS...who were unbelievably beautiful...I mean,

> truly hot. What an incredibly cool thing. But, of

> course I had to say, " Sorry two very hot and

> beautiful Brazilian guys...I have three French guys

> staying with me at the moment, so it would be a bit

> difficult. "

>

> Olivier saw the whole sandwich thing, and had

> enough...so he started marching over with a pissed

> off look on his face...and right as he approached,

> the guy behind me put his hands on my waist and

> started kissing my neck, and the one in front of me

> reached down and started kissing the other side of

> my neck. Olivier came up and said a few words and

> grabbed my hand and pulled me away. I laughed and

> raised an eyebrow at the other two, and they waved

> good-bye. Later, the tall one came by as he was

> leaving, and gave me a hug.

>

> Jeez, I feel like Francisco, here.

>

> But, it was great because they hadn't had any

> success, because they were too shy with their

> English...and here I was, literally within the first

> minute, being picked up on by two gorgeous men. HA.

> HA Olivier.

>

> (I did tell about it, because I want to be

> honest...and I made it clear that I had no intention

> of going home with them, and when they kissed my

> neck, I was very uncomfortable.)

>

> The thing is...I know they may have had beer goggles

> on, but still....

>

> So, the next night, we went to dinner in Sausalito

> (SushiRan), and went to a Bar afterwards. There

> were guys playing a version of shuffleboard, and we

> watched for a bit. So, I went up to a guy and asked

> him how the game worked. He said, " I know you,

> Robynn. Do you remember me? " I didn't at first,

> and then realized he was a neighbor of my cousin's

> in Sausalito...he has been at a couple of parties.

> He was just out of context, so I didn't recognize

> him at first.

>

> Anyway, this is someone who is maybe 30...he works

> for LucasFilms, and he is an animator. He's

> incredibly talented, and actually wrote the Bible on

> Computer animation. Despite this, he's pretty cool,

> not a complete computer geek. He goes to Burning

> Man, and he's very humble despite his incredible

> success. My cousin was always trying to set him up

> with her somewhat superficial, not very bright

> friends. He never had any interest in them, and

> would always spend the evening talking to me. Of

> course, I was married and older...so I assumed I was

> just " safe " for him. Although...there were times

> when I thought, " He really is looking for somebody a

> bit more like me " because he really seemed to bubble

> alive when he was talking to me.

>

> Anyway, he asked where Steve was, and I told him we

> were separated. I thought he was going to do a

> backflip when he tried to mask his elation as he

> said, " Oh, I am so sorry. " And then he immediately

> asked, " SO, is there anyone now? Who are those

> French guys? " So, I told him that Olivier and I had

> tried to make it work, but it just didn't happen,

> and now we are friends. Just friends.

>

> He said, " You know, Lucas just moved over to the

> Presidio...you live in the Marina now? " I told him

> yes, and we kind of talked about the people in the

> Marina (lots of them are very snobby and kind of

> superficial and irritating in a very rich, beautiful

> people sort of way). He said, " Well, I must say,

> the quality of women just went up about a thousand

> percent in the Marina if you are living there. " OK.

> Wow. Anyway, he asked me for my number, programmed

> it in his cell...and then Olivier came and dragged

> me off.

>

> He called the very next day, and asked me to go to

> cofffee. I told him that he'd need to call back

> after my guests were gone, but that it would be

> great to go to coffee. He's a very nice guy, and it

> would be fun to hang out with him. Of course, I

> haven't forgotten , and I'm not talking about

> romance here....I'll have to be upfront with Matt

> about my situation...I just didn't have time to go

> into it.

>

> The bottom line is: what the heck is it with these

> young guys? I mean, HELLO, I'm 41 years old! Matt

> knew me at my full girth, and didn't even mention

> the change in me physically. But, he had always

> been interested in me.

>

> So, the thing is...this is all new stuff for me...I

> haven't had this kind of attention for about 15

> years. I can see how this stuff could go to your

> head

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September 6, 2005

Sounds like a good experience Robynn...in more ways than one.

BTW - not all men like " Marina " stereotypical women...

September 6, 2005

I was thinking the exact same thing Robynn... the WOW part anyway. What a weekend. Sure glad you're feeling better!

Ron

Re: Report post French invasion

All I can say is WOW Robynn. Can't wait to actuallysee you here in the office so I can get what you couldnot actually type here (lol).Pam Marsh--- Robynn VanPatten wrote:> OK...so as you all know, I've been really tired. I> upped my iron intake, and I felt a bit more> energetic, but of course, I wound up overdoing it> over the weekend and now I'm toast again.> > Olivier, Serge and Armand descended on Friday a.m. > I was a bit stressed out leading up to it, because> this was the first time that I have seen Olivier> since I "Kicked him to the curb" and found ( a> much kinder, attentive sweetie.) I was worried that> I'd be attracted to him, and that it would cause> problems in my relationship...I was worried about> how things would go between us, that it might be> awkward, etc...> > It was ok. We had our moments, though. He is> definitely very jealous...and as a result, was kind> of a brat from time to time. His friend, Serge, was> a Godsend. He's much more balanced and mature than> Olivier is...and he would rebuke him (with humor)> when Olivier was being too bratty. You know, things> like, "Look, you are the idiot that let her get away> because of neglect, so you just have to deal with> the fact that there is someone else now." > > Mainly, he acted like a friend (albeit a petulent> one). The first night, he came to me to hug me> goodnight (which we always do), and he just wouldn't> let go. Finally he went to kiss me, and I assumed> he was going to do the kiss on each cheek...or a> light peck on the lips. Nope. He kissed me> passionately, and when I pulled away (although not> in horror with a sound slap on his cheek, I was a> bit too stunned to respond. He hasn't kissed me> like that for a very long time) he kissed me again.> > I asked him why he had done that. He just teared up> and walked away.> > So, it was tough. There were other things that I> won't get into...fights we had, and some intense> discussion. They come back on the 13th, and leave> the next day for France. (They just left a few> minutes ago to take off for Las Vegas.)> > Some nice little ego boosts for the weekend: we> went shopping at Lucky Brands (his favorite store,> currently), and once again, I fit into size 12> jeans...and they look great. I bought this very> adorable, sexy top. All three boys heartily> approved of the outfit...except of course, Olivier> (per his immature self) casually shrugged his> shoulder nonchalently, while the other two exclaimed> and flattered. (Of course, later, when I wore the> outfit out to dinner, O. couldn't take his eyes off> of me.) So, that was great.> > On Saturday night, we went to dinner at Betelnut,> and then went to a bar/club on Fillmore street. > They wanted to cruise chicks...and Olivier wanted to> do that, too. And here's the thing, and I'm not> lying here...we walked in. It was packed. This> unbelievably gorgeous guy immediately grabs my hand> and starts flirting and tells me that his buddy, who> is from Brazil, saw me walk in and wanted him to act> as a translator for me because he was so attracted> to me. OK. Whatever. I mean, I'm surrounded by> Marina chicks...you know, 25 years old...big fake> breasts, tall, thin, blonde...a Brazilian guy's> dream. So, I'm thinking..."Well, gee the friend is> hot...but this guy is probably a toad." NOT. He> was 6'4", gorgeous beyond gorgeous...tall, dark> hair, startling green eyes...HOT HOT HOT. And get> this...maybe 25 (here I am, this 41 year old broad.)> > > So, we started dancing...communicating in this odd> mixture of French and Spanish (I speak both, though> my French is better)...whereas he speaks Portugese. > But, it worked...he bought me a drink, he was> dancing with me, it was great, very you> know...Brazilian sexy. AND THEN...AND I AM NOT> KIDDING....his friend, who was a beautiful guy,> too...came up and started dancing behind me like a> sandwich situation.> > And there was Olivier watching the whole thing. > (For those of you who don't know...Olivier was very> rejecting for a long time, and I was continually> hurt by mixed messages sent by him...he always had> the upper hand.) So, drum roll please...the friend,> who is studying at Berkeley and speaks English well,> said something to his buddy...and then he> propositioned me. Yes, you have it: they BOTH> wanted to go home with me and er, you know....er....> > I MEAN...talk about fantasyland!!!! Now, don't get> me wrong...I am not the type of girl to go home with> a guy I just met at a bar in ANY situation...but TWO> GUYS...who were unbelievably beautiful...I mean,> truly hot. What an incredibly cool thing. But, of> course I had to say, "Sorry two very hot and> beautiful Brazilian guys...I have three French guys> staying with me at the moment, so it would be a bit> difficult."> > Olivier saw the whole sandwich thing, and had> enough...so he started marching over with a pissed> off look on his face...and right as he approached,> the guy behind me put his hands on my waist and> started kissing my neck, and the one in front of me> reached down and started kissing the other side of> my neck. Olivier came up and said a few words and> grabbed my hand and pulled me away. I laughed and> raised an eyebrow at the other two, and they waved> good-bye. Later, the tall one came by as he was> leaving, and gave me a hug. > > Jeez, I feel like Francisco, here.> > But, it was great because they hadn't had any> success, because they were too shy with their> English...and here I was, literally within the first> minute, being picked up on by two gorgeous men. HA.> HA Olivier.> > (I did tell about it, because I want to be> honest...and I made it clear that I had no intention> of going home with them, and when they kissed my> neck, I was very uncomfortable.) > > The thing is...I know they may have had beer goggles> on, but still....> > So, the next night, we went to dinner in Sausalito> (SushiRan), and went to a Bar afterwards. There> were guys playing a version of shuffleboard, and we> watched for a bit. So, I went up to a guy and asked> him how the game worked. He said, "I know you,> Robynn. Do you remember me?" I didn't at first,> and then realized he was a neighbor of my cousin's> in Sausalito...he has been at a couple of parties. > He was just out of context, so I didn't recognize> him at first.> > Anyway, this is someone who is maybe 30...he works> for LucasFilms, and he is an animator. He's> incredibly talented, and actually wrote the Bible on> Computer animation. Despite this, he's pretty cool,> not a complete computer geek. He goes to Burning> Man, and he's very humble despite his incredible> success. My cousin was always trying to set him up> with her somewhat superficial, not very bright> friends. He never had any interest in them, and> would always spend the evening talking to me. Of> course, I was married and older...so I assumed I was> just "safe" for him. Although...there were times> when I thought, "He really is looking for somebody a> bit more like me" because he really seemed to bubble> alive when he was talking to me.> > Anyway, he asked where Steve was, and I told him we> were separated. I thought he was going to do a> backflip when he tried to mask his elation as he> said, "Oh, I am so sorry." And then he immediately> asked, "SO, is there anyone now? Who are those> French guys?" So, I told him that Olivier and I had> tried to make it work, but it just didn't happen,> and now we are friends. Just friends.> > He said, "You know, Lucas just moved over to the> Presidio...you live in the Marina now?" I told him> yes, and we kind of talked about the people in the> Marina (lots of them are very snobby and kind of> superficial and irritating in a very rich, beautiful> people sort of way). He said, "Well, I must say,> the quality of women just went up about a thousand> percent in the Marina if you are living there." OK.> Wow. Anyway, he asked me for my number, programmed> it in his cell...and then Olivier came and dragged> me off.> > He called the very next day, and asked me to go to> cofffee. I told him that he'd need to call back> after my guests were gone, but that it would be> great to go to coffee. He's a very nice guy, and it> would be fun to hang out with him. Of course, I> haven't forgotten , and I'm not talking about> romance here....I'll have to be upfront with Matt> about my situation...I just didn't have time to go> into it.> > The bottom line is: what the heck is it with these> young guys? I mean, HELLO, I'm 41 years old! Matt> knew me at my full girth, and didn't even mention > the change in me physically. But, he had always> been interested in me.> > So, the thing is...this is all new stuff for me...I> haven't had this kind of attention for about 15> years. I can see how this stuff could go to your> head === message truncated ===__________________________________________________

September 6, 2005

Hey Robin!

Sounds like a great weekend. What bar did you go to in the Marina? I have a "friend" who is a bartender over there.

Barbara (LTLJSMOM)

From: BBQ Man Sent: Tuesday, September 06, 2005 2:18 PMTo: gastric-bypass-support-kaiser-patients Subject: Re: Report post French invasion

I was thinking the exact same thing Robynn... the WOW part anyway. What a weekend. Sure glad you're feeling better!

Ron

Re: Report post French invasion

All I can say is WOW Robynn. Can't wait to actuallysee you here in the office so I can get what you couldnot actually type here (lol).Pam Marsh--- Robynn VanPatten wrote:> OK...so as you all know, I've been really tired. I> upped my iron intake, and I felt a bit more> energetic, but of course, I wound up overdoing it> over the weekend and now I'm toast again.> > Olivier, Serge and Armand descended on Friday a.m. > I was a bit stressed out leading up to it, because> this was the first time that I have seen Olivier> since I "Kicked him to the curb" and found ( a> much kinder, attentive sweetie.) I was worried that> I'd be attracted to him, and that it would cause> problems in my relationship...I was worried about> how things would go between us, that it might be> awkward, etc...> > It was ok. We had our moments, though. He is> definitely very jealous...and as a result, was kind> of a brat from time to time. His friend, Serge, was> a Godsend. He's much more balanced and mature than> Olivier is...and he would rebuke him (with humor)> when Olivier was being too bratty. You know, things> like, "Look, you are the idiot that let her get away> because of neglect, so you just have to deal with> the fact that there is someone else now." > > Mainly, he acted like a friend (albeit a petulent> one). The first night, he came to me to hug me> goodnight (which we always do), and he just wouldn't> let go. Finally he went to kiss me, and I assumed> he was going to do the kiss on each cheek...or a> light peck on the lips. Nope. He kissed me> passionately, and when I pulled away (although not> in horror with a sound slap on his cheek, I was a> bit too stunned to respond. He hasn't kissed me> like that for a very long time) he kissed me again.> > I asked him why he had done that. He just teared up> and walked away.> > So, it was tough. There were other things that I> won't get into...fights we had, and some intense> discussion. They come back on the 13th, and leave> the next day for France. (They just left a few> minutes ago to take off for Las Vegas.)> > Some nice little ego boosts for the weekend: we> went shopping at Lucky Brands (his favorite store,> currently), and once again, I fit into size 12> jeans...and they look great. I bought this very> adorable, sexy top. All three boys heartily> approved of the outfit...except of course, Olivier> (per his immature self) casually shrugged his> shoulder nonchalently, while the other two exclaimed> and flattered. (Of course, later, when I wore the> outfit out to dinner, O. couldn't take his eyes off> of me.) So, that was great.> > On Saturday night, we went to dinner at Betelnut,> and then went to a bar/club on Fillmore street. > They wanted to cruise chicks...and Olivier wanted to> do that, too. And here's the thing, and I'm not> lying here...we walked in. It was packed. This> unbelievably gorgeous guy immediately grabs my hand> and starts flirting and tells me that his buddy, who> is from Brazil, saw me walk in and wanted him to act> as a translator for me because he was so attracted> to me. OK. Whatever. I mean, I'm surrounded by> Marina chicks...you know, 25 years old...big fake> breasts, tall, thin, blonde...a Brazilian guy's> dream. So, I'm thinking..."Well, gee the friend is> hot...but this guy is probably a toad." NOT. He> was 6'4", gorgeous beyond gorgeous...tall, dark> hair, startling green eyes...HOT HOT HOT. And get> this...maybe 25 (here I am, this 41 year old broad.)> > > So, we started dancing...communicating in this odd> mixture of French and Spanish (I speak both, though> my French is better)...whereas he speaks Portugese. > But, it worked...he bought me a drink, he was> dancing with me, it was great, very you> know...Brazilian sexy. AND THEN...AND I AM NOT> KIDDING....his friend, who was a beautiful guy,> too...came up and started dancing behind me like a> sandwich situation.> > And there was Olivier watching the whole thing. > (For those of you who don't know...Olivier was very> rejecting for a long time, and I was continually> hurt by mixed messages sent by him...he always had> the upper hand.) So, drum roll please...the friend,> who is studying at Berkeley and speaks English well,> said something to his buddy...and then he> propositioned me. Yes, you have it: they BOTH> wanted to go home with me and er, you know....er....> > I MEAN...talk about fantasyland!!!! Now, don't get> me wrong...I am not the type of girl to go home with> a guy I just met at a bar in ANY situation...but TWO> GUYS...who were unbelievably beautiful...I mean,> truly hot. What an incredibly cool thing. But, of> course I had to say, "Sorry two very hot and> beautiful Brazilian guys...I have three French guys> staying with me at the moment, so it would be a bit> difficult."> > Olivier saw the whole sandwich thing, and had> enough...so he started marching over with a pissed> off look on his face...and right as he approached,> the guy behind me put his hands on my waist and> started kissing my neck, and the one in front of me> reached down and started kissing the other side of> my neck. Olivier came up and said a few words and> grabbed my hand and pulled me away. I laughed and> raised an eyebrow at the other two, and they waved> good-bye. Later, the tall one came by as he was> leaving, and gave me a hug. > > Jeez, I feel like Francisco, here.> > But, it was great because they hadn't had any> success, because they were too shy with their> English...and here I was, literally within the first> minute, being picked up on by two gorgeous men. HA.> HA Olivier.> > (I did tell about it, because I want to be> honest...and I made it clear that I had no intention> of going home with them, and when they kissed my> neck, I was very uncomfortable.) > > The thing is...I know they may have had beer goggles> on, but still....> > So, the next night, we went to dinner in Sausalito> (SushiRan), and went to a Bar afterwards. There> were guys playing a version of shuffleboard, and we> watched for a bit. So, I went up to a guy and asked> him how the game worked. He said, "I know you,> Robynn. Do you remember me?" I didn't at first,> and then realized he was a neighbor of my cousin's> in Sausalito...he has been at a couple of parties. > He was just out of context, so I didn't recognize> him at first.> > Anyway, this is someone who is maybe 30...he works> for LucasFilms, and he is an animator. He's> incredibly talented, and actually wrote the Bible on> Computer animation. Despite this, he's pretty cool,> not a complete computer geek. He goes to Burning> Man, and he's very humble despite his incredible> success. My cousin was always trying to set him up> with her somewhat superficial, not very bright> friends. He never had any interest in them, and> would always spend the evening talking to me. Of> course, I was married and older...so I assumed I was> just "safe" for him. Although...there were times> when I thought, "He really is looking for somebody a> bit more like me" because he really seemed to bubble> alive when he was talking to me.> > Anyway, he asked where Steve was, and I told him we> were separated. I thought he was going to do a> backflip when he tried to mask his elation as he> said, "Oh, I am so sorry." And then he immediately> asked, "SO, is there anyone now? Who are those> French guys?" So, I told him that Olivier and I had> tried to make it work, but it just didn't happen,> and now we are friends. Just friends.> > He said, "You know, Lucas just moved over to the> Presidio...you live in the Marina now?" I told him> yes, and we kind of talked about the people in the> Marina (lots of them are very snobby and kind of> superficial and irritating in a very rich, beautiful> people sort of way). He said, "Well, I must say,> the quality of women just went up about a thousand> percent in the Marina if you are living there." OK.> Wow. Anyway, he asked me for my number, programmed> it in his cell...and then Olivier came and dragged> me off.> > He called the very next day, and asked me to go to> cofffee. I told him that he'd need to call back> after my guests were gone, but that it would be> great to go to coffee. He's a very nice guy, and it> would be fun to hang out with him. Of course, I> haven't forgotten , and I'm not talking about> romance here....I'll have to be upfront with Matt> about my situation...I just didn't have time to go> into it.> > The bottom line is: what the heck is it with these> young guys? I mean, HELLO, I'm 41 years old! Matt> knew me at my full girth, and didn't even mention > the change in me physically. But, he had always> been interested in me.> > So, the thing is...this is all new stuff for me...I> haven't had this kind of attention for about 15> years. I can see how this stuff could go to your> head === message truncated ===__________________________________________________

September 6, 2005

"Hokoana, Barbara" wrote:

Hey Robin!

Sounds like a great weekend. What bar did you go to in the Marina? I have a "friend" who is a bartender over there.

Barbara (LTLJSMOM)

From: BBQ Man Sent: Tuesday, September 06, 2005 2:18 PMTo: gastric-bypass-support-kaiser-patients Subject: Re: Report post French invasion

I was thinking the exact same thing Robynn... the WOW part anyway. What a weekend. Sure glad you're feeling better!

Ron

Re: Report post French invasion

All I can say is WOW Robynn. Can't wait to actuallysee you here in the office so I can get what you couldnot actually type here (lol).Pam Marsh--- Robynn VanPatten wrote:> OK...so as you all know, I've been really tired. I> upped my iron intake, and I felt a bit more> energetic, but of course, I wound up overdoing it> over the weekend and now I'm toast again.> > Olivier, Serge and Armand descended on Friday a.m. > I was a bit stressed out leading up to it, because> this was the first time that I have seen Olivier> since I "Kicked him to the curb" and found ( a> much kinder, attentive sweetie.) I was worried that> I'd be attracted to him, and that it would cause> problems in my relationship...I was worried about> how things would go between us,

that it might be> awkward, etc...> > It was ok. We had our moments, though. He is> definitely very jealous...and as a result, was kind> of a brat from time to time. His friend, Serge, was> a Godsend. He's much more balanced and mature than> Olivier is...and he would rebuke him (with humor)> when Olivier was being too bratty. You know, things> like, "Look, you are the idiot that let her get away> because of neglect, so you just have to deal with> the fact that there is someone else now." > > Mainly, he acted like a friend (albeit a petulent> one). The first night, he came to me to hug me> goodnight (which we always do), and he just wouldn't> let go. Finally he went to kiss me, and I assumed> he was going to do the kiss on each cheek...or a> light peck on the lips. Nope. He kissed me>

passionately, and when I pulled away (although not> in horror with a sound slap on his cheek, I was a> bit too stunned to respond. He hasn't kissed me> like that for a very long time) he kissed me again.> > I asked him why he had done that. He just teared up> and walked away.> > So, it was tough. There were other things that I> won't get into...fights we had, and some intense> discussion. They come back on the 13th, and leave> the next day for France. (They just left a few> minutes ago to take off for Las Vegas.)> > Some nice little ego boosts for the weekend: we> went shopping at Lucky Brands (his favorite store,> currently), and once again, I fit into size 12> jeans...and they look great. I bought this very> adorable, sexy top. All three boys heartily> approved of the outfit...except

of course, Olivier> (per his immature self) casually shrugged his> shoulder nonchalently, while the other two exclaimed> and flattered. (Of course, later, when I wore the> outfit out to dinner, O. couldn't take his eyes off> of me.) So, that was great.> > On Saturday night, we went to dinner at Betelnut,> and then went to a bar/club on Fillmore street. > They wanted to cruise chicks...and Olivier wanted to> do that, too. And here's the thing, and I'm not> lying here...we walked in. It was packed. This> unbelievably gorgeous guy immediately grabs my hand> and starts flirting and tells me that his buddy, who> is from Brazil, saw me walk in and wanted him to act> as a translator for me because he was so attracted> to me. OK. Whatever. I mean, I'm surrounded by> Marina chicks...you know, 25 years old...big fake>

breasts, tall, thin, blonde...a Brazilian guy's> dream. So, I'm thinking..."Well, gee the friend is> hot...but this guy is probably a toad." NOT. He> was 6'4", gorgeous beyond gorgeous...tall, dark> hair, startling green eyes...HOT HOT HOT. And get> this...maybe 25 (here I am, this 41 year old broad.)> > > So, we started dancing...communicating in this odd> mixture of French and Spanish (I speak both, though> my French is better)...whereas he speaks Portugese. > But, it worked...he bought me a drink, he was> dancing with me, it was great, very you> know...Brazilian sexy. AND THEN...AND I AM NOT> KIDDING....his friend, who was a beautiful guy,> too...came up and started dancing behind me like a> sandwich situation.> > And there was Olivier watching the whole thing. > (For those of you who don't

know...Olivier was very> rejecting for a long time, and I was continually> hurt by mixed messages sent by him...he always had> the upper hand.) So, drum roll please...the friend,> who is studying at Berkeley and speaks English well,> said something to his buddy...and then he> propositioned me. Yes, you have it: they BOTH> wanted to go home with me and er, you know....er....> > I MEAN...talk about fantasyland!!!! Now, don't get> me wrong...I am not the type of girl to go home with> a guy I just met at a bar in ANY situation...but TWO> GUYS...who were unbelievably beautiful...I mean,> truly hot. What an incredibly cool thing. But, of> course I had to say, "Sorry two very hot and> beautiful Brazilian guys...I have three French guys> staying with me at the moment, so it would be a bit> difficult."> > Olivier

saw the whole sandwich thing, and had> enough...so he started marching over with a pissed> off look on his face...and right as he approached,> the guy behind me put his hands on my waist and> started kissing my neck, and the one in front of me> reached down and started kissing the other side of> my neck. Olivier came up and said a few words and> grabbed my hand and pulled me away. I laughed and> raised an eyebrow at the other two, and they waved> good-bye. Later, the tall one came by as he was> leaving, and gave me a hug. > > Jeez, I feel like Francisco, here.> > But, it was great because they hadn't had any> success, because they were too shy with their> English...and here I was, literally within the first> minute, being picked up on by two gorgeous men. HA.> HA Olivier.> > (I did tell about

it, because I want to be> honest...and I made it clear that I had no intention> of going home with them, and when they kissed my> neck, I was very uncomfortable.) > > The thing is...I know they may have had beer goggles> on, but still....> > So, the next night, we went to dinner in Sausalito> (SushiRan), and went to a Bar afterwards. There> were guys playing a version of shuffleboard, and we> watched for a bit. So, I went up to a guy and asked> him how the game worked. He said, "I know you,> Robynn. Do you remember me?" I didn't at first,> and then realized he was a neighbor of my cousin's> in Sausalito...he has been at a couple of parties. > He was just out of context, so I didn't recognize> him at first.> > Anyway, this is someone who is maybe 30...he works> for LucasFilms, and he is an

animator. He's> incredibly talented, and actually wrote the Bible on> Computer animation. Despite this, he's pretty cool,> not a complete computer geek. He goes to Burning> Man, and he's very humble despite his incredible> success. My cousin was always trying to set him up> with her somewhat superficial, not very bright> friends. He never had any interest in them, and> would always spend the evening talking to me. Of> course, I was married and older...so I assumed I was> just "safe" for him. Although...there were times> when I thought, "He really is looking for somebody a> bit more like me" because he really seemed to bubble> alive when he was talking to me.> > Anyway, he asked where Steve was, and I told him we> were separated. I thought he was going to do a> backflip when he tried to mask his elation as

he> said, "Oh, I am so sorry." And then he immediately> asked, "SO, is there anyone now? Who are those> French guys?" So, I told him that Olivier and I had> tried to make it work, but it just didn't happen,> and now we are friends. Just friends.> > He said, "You know, Lucas just moved over to the> Presidio...you live in the Marina now?" I told him> yes, and we kind of talked about the people in the> Marina (lots of them are very snobby and kind of> superficial and irritating in a very rich, beautiful> people sort of way). He said, "Well, I must say,> the quality of women just went up about a thousand> percent in the Marina if you are living there." OK.> Wow. Anyway, he asked me for my number, programmed> it in his cell...and then Olivier came and dragged> me off.> > He called the very

next day, and asked me to go to> cofffee. I told him that he'd need to call back> after my guests were gone, but that it would be> great to go to coffee. He's a very nice guy, and it> would be fun to hang out with him. Of course, I> haven't forgotten , and I'm not talking about> romance here....I'll have to be upfront with Matt> about my situation...I just didn't have time to go> into it.> > The bottom line is: what the heck is it with these> young guys? I mean, HELLO, I'm 41 years old! Matt> knew me at my full girth, and didn't even mention > the change in me physically. But, he had always> been interested in me.> > So, the thing is...this is all new stuff for me...I> haven't had this kind of attention for about 15> years. I can see how this stuff could go to your> head === message

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