Re: OK, here's the scoop (faint hearted should not read...)

October 24, 2005

Robynn, Robynn, first, let me say I am so happy for

you. I was worried and yes, I was one of the callers.

I knew that you would probably be a nervous wreck but

as always, you pulled it together.

As for your situation with your husband, I am sorry

about that but sometimes, things happen the way they

are suppose to happen even though we might not

understand it when it happens. This, in my opinion,

is the opportunity for you to put closure to that

relationship with Steve. I mean I think I have heard

you say that was over and I will be praying for peace

and comfort for you during this transition in your

life. I suppose this makes it all final now and you

are going to be okay. You have huge support system

for you and I will be here as much as I can be for

you.

I can't wait to see you Ms. Slendarella (spelling).

Go ahead and cry about it because that is part of the

healing process and know that it is okay if you don't

feel good or you feel down. Its better that you deal

with those emotions which I know that you know you

have to now rather than to denying yourself the right

to feel.

Lots of love and hugs to you.

Pam Marsh

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

> Hi guys...

>

> I'm back from my vacation with the Msr. French Boy.

> Before I go any

> further, any news on Azin? How did her surgery go?

>

> OK...hmmmm...well, first things first. The a.m. that

> I was to pick up

> at the airport, I was running a bit late. I

> had chosen the

> outfit I wanted to wear, but I needed to wash my new

> jeans (the ones

> I bought at the end of Olivier's visit.) I didn't

> have time to wash

> them, so I ran down to the corner to Lucky Brand

> (where i bought the

> other ones) to get a second pair. On a whim, I

> decided to try a

> smaller size. Voila, I picked up wearing size

> TEN jeans. Ten.

> TEN. Unbelievable.

>

> So, I wore my new size medium off-white fitted

> button down blouse

> (Ann ), my new soft dusty rose suede fitted

> jacket (Ann ,

> size 10), and my new jeans. With little hoop silver

> earrings, and

> off-white sandals. And, I must say...I was CUTE

> CUTE CUTE. And more

> CUTE. (hee hee).

>

> No, but honestly...when I was bigger, I'd never

> consider wearing

> something like that...and feeling beautiful. I

> would have had to

> wear a really dressy dress...dressed to the nines.

> What a wonderful

> feeling to look like a million bucks wearing a

> classic, fitted

> outfit...that didn't look like I was trying too

> hard. you know? I

> felt confident, beautiful...and chic. I used to

> feel like a fat slob

> wearing jeans.

>

> So, I got to the airport early...but I was at the

> wrong international

> gate. For 2 hours. His flight was a bit late, and

> then he had to go

> through immigration...but I was starting to think,

> " this is

> ridiculous!! " There I was, nervous as a cat on a

> hot tin

> roof...looking at that television screen that lets

> you watch people

> walking down the long hallway to the welcoming

> lobby. I kept seeing

> guys that MIGHT be him, " Oh God, he's bald. " or

> " Geez, he looks 96

> years old! " or " Oh no, he told me he put on a few

> lbs. because he

> quit smoking, but he's actually chubby!!! " (sorry,

> no offense

> intended...but I just mean that I had no idea what

> to expect...his

> pictures had really varied, and I wasn't sure what

> he'd really look

> like...)

>

> Finally, I asked a guy next to me, and he said, " Did

> you try the

> other gate? " WHAT OTHER GATE? Good Lord, I come to

> the

> International terminal to pick up frenchies pretty

> often, and I've

> never noticed there was another gate. Great.

>

> So, as I stroll over there, I see this guy sitting

> down with his

> luggage, watching me with a cockeyed smile that

> looked like he was a

> kitty that had just eaten a canary. (I came to

> adore that smile, by

> the way. It begins with him dropping the right side

> of his lower lip

> down, and then he bursts into a crooked smile. And

> he has this glint

> in his eye that is so darned cocky and sexy and

> enamoured that it

> just melts me.)

>

> He was wearing a black button down shirt,a leather

> jacket, jeans and

> black Italian shoes. He had an undergrowth of beard

> (I've always

> been a sucker for that look), huge green eyes...and

> he looked kind of

> grizzled and tired, but sexy.

>

> And, I think I told you all that I already knew he

> was my height.

> Fortunately, he's slightly taller than I am. It was

> a little bit

> strange at first, because I've always had tall men

> in my life. My

> husband is over six feet, and I'm 5'6 " . Olivier was

> 5'11 " . So, that

> took a bit of adjustment, and I think if I was still

> 261 lbs., I

> would have felt like a huge moose next to him. But

> at 171 (he's

> about 6 lbs. lighter than I am...but he's very

> muscular, so he is

> broader in the shoulders, etc.), and looking more

> like I'm about 145

> (so i'm been told by a number of people recently, i

> got over any self-

> consciousness right away vis a vis size.

>

> I apologized and learned he had been waiting for 10

> or 15 minutes.

> He said, " I thought you were playing a little joke

> on me, maybe? "

> His voice is gorgeous. Deep and resonant. I

> already knew that from

> the phone, etc. Anyway, he hugged me, and kissed

> me, and hugged me

> more...and he got all teary-eyed. It was very

> sweet. And yet, I

> felt distant. I just felt very strange...like it

> wasn't real, you

> know?

>

> I had warned him that I can get that way when I am

> nervous, so he

> just held me close and whispered sweet nothings in

> my ear. He told

> me how wonderful it was to have me in his arms, how

> beautiful I

> was...even more beautiful than any of my pictures

> (although Pam, he

> said I looked the most like the pictures you took of

> me in my

> office.) He held me until I started to melt a

> bit...and then we

> headed for the car.

>

> He kept laughing, just for no reason...because it

> was so odd and

> strange to finally be in the same space, the same

> continent, the same

> country, the same city...after six months.

>

> At one of the stoplights, he told me that my profile

> was unbelievably

> beautiful, and that he couldn't wait to draw me.

> (my little

> artist). At every stoplight, he grabbed me and

> kissed me...deeply,

> romantically, sensually...kissed my eyelids my

> cheeks...got me so hot

> and bothered and dazed that I got lost.

>

> Yep, I got lost. I only live in SF. I've only

> lived there my whole

> freakin' life. I have only been to SFO, oh I don't

> know...3,000

> times (no exageration at all)...and yes, I got lost.

> The man knows

> how to kiss, what can I say?

>

> We headed off directly to Mill Valley, because I had

> made

> reservations at a spa for us. I thought it would

> help us to relax,

> help him with the jet-lag. We had a little time, so

> we stopped at a

> little outdoor cafe/bookstore that I like, and we

> sipped on coffee

> (yes decaf for me).

>

> So, the spa (Tea Garden Springs) is very cool. Very

> Zen. Running

> water, feng shui, quiet voices...everyone dressed in

> white...very

> relaxing. They led us to a room with two adjoining

> jacuzzi bathtubs,

> rose petals floating on top..candles ablaze, with a

> lovely view of

> Mt. Tam out of the window. They left us alone for

> 45 minutes. Um,

> let's just say that he wound up in my bathtub (how'd

> that happen),

> and er, um...let's just say that it was phenomenal.

> Truly. Yowza.

>

> So, after, we had massages (hour and a half) and

> facials (another

> hour). We stumbled to the car in a dazed, relaxed

> trance. I drove

>

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>Hi Robynn,

Your life reads like a romantic novel. Thank You, for sharing.

vickie

> Hi guys...

>

> I'm back from my vacation with the Msr. French Boy. Before I go any

> further, any news on Azin? How did her surgery go?

>

> OK...hmmmm...well, first things first. The a.m. that I was to pick up

> at the airport, I was running a bit late. I had chosen the

> outfit I wanted to wear, but I needed to wash my new jeans (the ones

> I bought at the end of Olivier's visit.) I didn't have time to wash

> them, so I ran down to the corner to Lucky Brand (where i bought the

> other ones) to get a second pair. On a whim, I decided to try a

> smaller size. Voila, I picked up wearing size TEN jeans. Ten.

> TEN. Unbelievable.

>

> So, I wore my new size medium off-white fitted button down blouse

> (Ann ), my new soft dusty rose suede fitted jacket (Ann ,

> size 10), and my new jeans. With little hoop silver earrings, and

> off-white sandals. And, I must say...I was CUTE CUTE CUTE. And more

> CUTE. (hee hee).

>

> No, but honestly...when I was bigger, I'd never consider wearing

> something like that...and feeling beautiful. I would have had to

> wear a really dressy dress...dressed to the nines. What a wonderful

> feeling to look like a million bucks wearing a classic, fitted

> outfit...that didn't look like I was trying too hard. you know? I

> felt confident, beautiful...and chic. I used to feel like a fat slob

> wearing jeans.

>

> So, I got to the airport early...but I was at the wrong international

> gate. For 2 hours. His flight was a bit late, and then he had to go

> through immigration...but I was starting to think, " this is

> ridiculous!! " There I was, nervous as a cat on a hot tin

> roof...looking at that television screen that lets you watch people

> walking down the long hallway to the welcoming lobby. I kept seeing

> guys that MIGHT be him, " Oh God, he's bald. " or " Geez, he looks 96

> years old! " or " Oh no, he told me he put on a few lbs. because he

> quit smoking, but he's actually chubby!!! " (sorry, no offense

> intended...but I just mean that I had no idea what to expect...his

> pictures had really varied, and I wasn't sure what he'd really look

> like...)

>

> Finally, I asked a guy next to me, and he said, " Did you try the

> other gate? " WHAT OTHER GATE? Good Lord, I come to the

> International terminal to pick up frenchies pretty often, and I've

> never noticed there was another gate. Great.

>

> So, as I stroll over there, I see this guy sitting down with his

> luggage, watching me with a cockeyed smile that looked like he was a

> kitty that had just eaten a canary. (I came to adore that smile, by

> the way. It begins with him dropping the right side of his lower lip

> down, and then he bursts into a crooked smile. And he has this glint

> in his eye that is so darned cocky and sexy and enamoured that it

> just melts me.)

>

> He was wearing a black button down shirt,a leather jacket, jeans and

> black Italian shoes. He had an undergrowth of beard (I've always

> been a sucker for that look), huge green eyes...and he looked kind of

> grizzled and tired, but sexy.

>

> And, I think I told you all that I already knew he was my height.

> Fortunately, he's slightly taller than I am. It was a little bit

> strange at first, because I've always had tall men in my life. My

> husband is over six feet, and I'm 5'6 " . Olivier was 5'11 " . So, that

> took a bit of adjustment, and I think if I was still 261 lbs., I

> would have felt like a huge moose next to him. But at 171 (he's

> about 6 lbs. lighter than I am...but he's very muscular, so he is

> broader in the shoulders, etc.), and looking more like I'm about 145

> (so i'm been told by a number of people recently, i got over any self-

> consciousness right away vis a vis size.

>

> I apologized and learned he had been waiting for 10 or 15 minutes.

> He said, " I thought you were playing a little joke on me, maybe? "

> His voice is gorgeous. Deep and resonant. I already knew that from

> the phone, etc. Anyway, he hugged me, and kissed me, and hugged me

> more...and he got all teary-eyed. It was very sweet. And yet, I

> felt distant. I just felt very strange...like it wasn't real, you

> know?

>

> I had warned him that I can get that way when I am nervous, so he

> just held me close and whispered sweet nothings in my ear. He told

> me how wonderful it was to have me in his arms, how beautiful I

> was...even more beautiful than any of my pictures (although Pam, he

> said I looked the most like the pictures you took of me in my

> office.) He held me until I started to melt a bit...and then we

> headed for the car.

>

> He kept laughing, just for no reason...because it was so odd and

> strange to finally be in the same space, the same continent, the same

> country, the same city...after six months.

>

> At one of the stoplights, he told me that my profile was unbelievably

> beautiful, and that he couldn't wait to draw me. (my little

> artist). At every stoplight, he grabbed me and kissed me...deeply,

> romantically, sensually...kissed my eyelids my cheeks...got me so hot

> and bothered and dazed that I got lost.

>

> Yep, I got lost. I only live in SF. I've only lived there my whole

> freakin' life. I have only been to SFO, oh I don't know...3,000

> times (no exageration at all)...and yes, I got lost. The man knows

> how to kiss, what can I say?

>

> We headed off directly to Mill Valley, because I had made

> reservations at a spa for us. I thought it would help us to relax,

> help him with the jet-lag. We had a little time, so we stopped at a

> little outdoor cafe/bookstore that I like, and we sipped on coffee

> (yes decaf for me).

>

> So, the spa (Tea Garden Springs) is very cool. Very Zen. Running

> water, feng shui, quiet voices...everyone dressed in white...very

> relaxing. They led us to a room with two adjoining jacuzzi bathtubs,

> rose petals floating on top..candles ablaze, with a lovely view of

> Mt. Tam out of the window. They left us alone for 45 minutes. Um,

> let's just say that he wound up in my bathtub (how'd that happen),

> and er, um...let's just say that it was phenomenal. Truly. Yowza.

>

> So, after, we had massages (hour and a half) and facials (another

> hour). We stumbled to the car in a dazed, relaxed trance. I drove

> us to North Beach (the Italian neighborhood in the City), and we ate

> at Rose Pistola's, one of my favorite restaurants. He was just about

> ready to fall asleep in his risotto...so I asked them to wrap

> everything up, and we headed home.

>

> My cat loved him immediately. She had been talking to him on the

> phone for the last 6 months, so she recognized his voice, and

> immediately responded to his sweet, sensual spirit. We went to bed

> and he immediately fell into deep slumber. Or at least until about 3

> a.m. when I was lulled out of my own slumber by his caresses.

>

> The next a.m., I received approximately 12 telephone calls before 9

> a.m., from curious friends and family members who " simply could not

> WAIT another second " to hear how it was going. So, with a very good-

> natured laying next to me, chuckling...I had to say again and

> again on the phone, " It's fabulous. Uh huh. Ohhhhh yeahhhhh...that

> is just GREAT, no issues THERE! "

>

> We met up with my brother, and went out on a sailboat on the Bay to

> watch the Blue Angels. He found it thrilling, as the jets zipped

> right over our heads. We had a great time, and he and my brother

> managed to communicate pretty well together. That night, we went out

> again for dinner...to a nice little Indonesian restaurant. We had a

> bunch of leftovers to take home again, as he wasn't able or willing

> to finish my plate everytime I ate a little nibble and said, " OK,

> that's it for me. "

>

> Monday a.m. we headed for Kauai. When we got to the Grand Hyatt, it

> was spectacularly beautiful. Our room wasn't quite ready, so we went

> off to have our complimentary cocktails. To " make up " for the misery

> of having to sit and watch the ocean with a free drink with a little

> umbrella in it...they upgraded us to an utterly amazing ocean view

> suite. The bathroom was bigger than my bedroom...and my bedroom is

> huge. We had an amazing veranda, a huge plasma television (its value

> lost on both of us, as neither of us ever ever watch television), a

> CD player. And astonishing views.

>

> We were there for three days, and we barely left the room. We took a

> bubble bath/jacuzzi together until our fingers and toes were all

> pruney. We taught each other songs in French and English, and sang

> as we took our bubble bath. We had reservations for dinner that

> night, but we wound up " taking a little nap " (he was still incredibly

> jet-lagged..and Hawaii is 12 hours different than Paris). So, we

> read and napped and well, er...you know....hee hee...all afternoon

> and evening. At about 2 or 3 in the a.m., when I was still

> asleep...he ordered champagne and cheese and chocolate covered

> strawberries. He woke me up and we had a little picnic on the bed.

> Now, yes, I shouldn't have had any of that, really (except for the

> cheese.) I'm not advocating it...but it was great and romantic...and

> I had a couple of nibbles and that was it. (besides, I did manage to

> lose 4 lbs. while I was there. I mainly ate fish). He didn't know

> my exact dietary restrictions at that point. but, I did drink some

> champagne. It was great.

>

> One of the days we took a helicopter tour around Kauai. Another day

> we took a catamaran tour up the Na'Pali coast. We went snorkeling.

> And we relaxed. We got lost a couple of times...and there were

> plenty of opportunities to argue or get stressed...but nope. It was

> all just comfortable and fun...we came up with a bunch of little

> private jokes...and we really bonded on many levels. And for a 44

> year old (he turned 44 when he was here), he was like a sensual

> Energizer bunny. And completely unselfish and knew tricks that I had

> never seen before. (I teased him about a certain thing he did that I

> had never experienced...and that's saying a lot coming from me. He

> said, " Former slut trick. " I said, " Thank God for former sluts!! "

> This was one of our jokes because he had been a bit wild when he was

> younger and a professional musician. But, he says that is all out of

> his system, and now he just wants to be my slut.)

>

> We went to this neat bar, listened to jazz, and made out the whole

> time. That seemed to happen a lot. Always starting with that little

> cat that ate the canary smile.

>

> So, we headed off to Maui. Went on an all-day excursion to the

> island of Lanai. We snorkeled and hung out on the boat and explored

> the island. Other days, we went through art galleries in Lahaina,

> and started planning his art career (he's an unbelievable artist.

> Really really good.)

>

> We laughed. Alot. We played in the ocean, and in the pool at the

> hotel, and went through the water tubes and played like children.

> When I got a little nauseated or had tummy problems, he was ny on

> the Spot. The skin wasn't an issue, and I wound up parading around

> in sleeveless, short Hawaiian dressed (he called me his Wahaini which

> means " island girl " and he was constantly putting flowers in my

> hair.) After watching me struggle for the second day to straighten

> my hair with products, he told me that I was my most beautiful when I

> was fresh out of the ocean and the sun dried my hair into waves. Why

> would I want to straighten my perfect, wavy hair? Why would I want

> to put any make up on my lovely, young face? I could have kissed him.

> I probably did. So, for the rest of the trip: no real make-up, no

> fuss with my hair, a two piece bathing suit, and sleeveless dressed.

> he thought I was exquisite. He drew pictures of me constantly. He

> gazed lovingly at me. He took care of me.

>

> So, we sadly made our way back to the mainland on Sunday (left

> Saturday night and arrived Sun. a.m.) When we got to my apartment,

> my sister and brother-in-law were there from San Obispo. My

> brother and his dog were also there. We said hi, and headed straight

> for bed. the cat joined us, but the little brat slept on him. Not

> me.

>

> That night, we went to the Maharani, a beautiful Indian restaurant in

> the City. we had a party for my brother Craig (his birthday is Oct.

> 18), my close friend (also the 18th) and for (the 17th.)

> It was a really nice night.

>

> The next day, we headed off to Carmel for the day. A photographer

> took photos of us at the Mission, and down on the beach. This was

> his birthday present, what he asked me to arrange before he got

> here. It was fun, and the vast majority of the pictures had him

> kissing me. I can't wait to see the pictures...the photographer

> said, " You guys are beautiful together, I have a feeling I'm going to

> be using these for advertisements. " He is a pretty well-known

> photographer, and has been featured on Oprah.

>

> We had a romantic dinner for his birthday, and headed back to SF.

> Tuesday afternoon, we took off for Arizona (sedona, where my parents

> live.) We were there until Thursday night, and my parents loved

> him. Somehow, my step-father, who hates French people on general

> principle...adored him. They communciated in some odd fashion, and

> really bonded.

>

> Friday, we toured around SF, and Friday night we went out to a couple

> of blues clubs.

>

> The bad thing that happened is that my husband, from whom I have been

> separated for one and a half years, but who I really genuinely care

> about..and who really wants us to be together...saw us out together.

> i didn't see him, and he doesn't usually go out. I had told him I'd

> be gone for a couple of weeks, to protect him from the truth. He got

> suspicious, and voila. I felt horrible because I knew how hurt he

> was. He called at 3 in the a.m, and although I didn't pick up the

> phone, I did listen to the message. was sympathetic and

> comforted me...but to be honest...I wanted to call Steve back and

> make sure he was ok...but I was afraid to get into a big thing...and

> so instead, I stayed awake all night, fretting, while sawed logs

> next to me.

>

> The next a.m. I was very nervous and anxious. i just wanted to leave

> the apartment, because I didn't want a big confrontation. was

> not so worried, and was slow as molasses, and I was going crazy. We

> finally left at 1. We grabbed a bit, but I was so upset and

> distracted that I couldn't eat. At the airport, while I was sad he

> was leaving, I couldn't really focus on it. The second he left, i

> called Steve and told him how sorry I was that he had found out in

> that way, but that I had tried to tell him in the past...and that if

> he wanted to talk...

>

> He called today. And was very very hurt, and very cold. He said

> he'd send me the petition for divorce by mail...and it was just bad.

> I cried all day. called me this a.m. before the second

> conversation with Steve...and told me he got home safely. And then

> the conversation with Steve. It was very very painful. And moments

> after Steve hung up from me, Olivier called. For the fifth time in

> the time that was there. He comforted me about the Steve

> thing...but it just made me realize how crowded my life is, you know?

>

> The bottom line is that is wonderful in many ways. I'll be

> seeing him at Christmas (I'll be in paris), and he's ready to move

> in. My mother asked his intentions with me, and he said, " I intend

> to marry her and spend the rest of my life with her. " At the

> airport, he told me that we just " work " together.

>

> He's 100 percent sure of me. I adore him...but I'm more reserved in

> some ways...and the confusion of my current life detracted a

> bit...but all in all, he's very wonderful, romantic. sweet,

> warm...patient...and an incredible lover.

>

> So, I see it going places...but I am going to have to go through some

> rough times first....

>

> That's all for now. Sorry if there were too many intimate details!!

>

> Slenderella

>

October 24, 2005

My dear Robynn

Im so glad that turned out to be as wonderful as you had hoped.

Your marriage is taking the course you knew deep down that it would,

grieve for it for a while and then look forward to moving on with

your life!!

I will write more to you privately later.

Love ya and Huggles

Welcome back!!

>

> Hi guys...

>

> I'm back from my vacation with the Msr. French Boy. Before I go

any

> further, any news on Azin? How did her surgery go?

>

> OK...hmmmm...well, first things first. The a.m. that I was to pick

up

> at the airport, I was running a bit late. I had chosen the

> outfit I wanted to wear, but I needed to wash my new jeans (the

ones

> I bought at the end of Olivier's visit.) I didn't have time to

wash

> them, so I ran down to the corner to Lucky Brand (where i bought

the

> other ones) to get a second pair. On a whim, I decided to try a

> smaller size. Voila, I picked up wearing size TEN jeans.

Ten.

> TEN. Unbelievable.

>

> So, I wore my new size medium off-white fitted button down blouse

> (Ann ), my new soft dusty rose suede fitted jacket (Ann

,

> size 10), and my new jeans. With little hoop silver earrings, and

> off-white sandals. And, I must say...I was CUTE CUTE CUTE. And

more

> CUTE. (hee hee).

>

> No, but honestly...when I was bigger, I'd never consider wearing

> something like that...and feeling beautiful. I would have had to

> wear a really dressy dress...dressed to the nines. What a

wonderful

> feeling to look like a million bucks wearing a classic, fitted

> outfit...that didn't look like I was trying too hard. you know? I

> felt confident, beautiful...and chic. I used to feel like a fat

slob

> wearing jeans.

>

> So, I got to the airport early...but I was at the wrong

international

> gate. For 2 hours. His flight was a bit late, and then he had to

go

> through immigration...but I was starting to think, " this is

> ridiculous!! " There I was, nervous as a cat on a hot tin

> roof...looking at that television screen that lets you watch people

> walking down the long hallway to the welcoming lobby. I kept

seeing

> guys that MIGHT be him, " Oh God, he's bald. " or " Geez, he looks 96

> years old! " or " Oh no, he told me he put on a few lbs. because he

> quit smoking, but he's actually chubby!!! " (sorry, no offense

> intended...but I just mean that I had no idea what to expect...his

> pictures had really varied, and I wasn't sure what he'd really look

> like...)

>

> Finally, I asked a guy next to me, and he said, " Did you try the

> other gate? " WHAT OTHER GATE? Good Lord, I come to the

> International terminal to pick up frenchies pretty often, and I've

> never noticed there was another gate. Great.

>

> So, as I stroll over there, I see this guy sitting down with his

> luggage, watching me with a cockeyed smile that looked like he was

a

> kitty that had just eaten a canary. (I came to adore that smile,

by

> the way. It begins with him dropping the right side of his lower

lip

> down, and then he bursts into a crooked smile. And he has this

glint

> in his eye that is so darned cocky and sexy and enamoured that it

> just melts me.)

>

> He was wearing a black button down shirt,a leather jacket, jeans

and

> black Italian shoes. He had an undergrowth of beard (I've always

> been a sucker for that look), huge green eyes...and he looked kind

of

> grizzled and tired, but sexy.

>

> And, I think I told you all that I already knew he was my height.

> Fortunately, he's slightly taller than I am. It was a little bit

> strange at first, because I've always had tall men in my life. My

> husband is over six feet, and I'm 5'6 " . Olivier was 5'11 " . So,

that

> took a bit of adjustment, and I think if I was still 261 lbs., I

> would have felt like a huge moose next to him. But at 171 (he's

> about 6 lbs. lighter than I am...but he's very muscular, so he is

> broader in the shoulders, etc.), and looking more like I'm about

145

> (so i'm been told by a number of people recently, i got over any

self-

> consciousness right away vis a vis size.

>

> I apologized and learned he had been waiting for 10 or 15 minutes.

> He said, " I thought you were playing a little joke on me, maybe? "

> His voice is gorgeous. Deep and resonant. I already knew that

from

> the phone, etc. Anyway, he hugged me, and kissed me, and hugged me

> more...and he got all teary-eyed. It was very sweet. And yet, I

> felt distant. I just felt very strange...like it wasn't real, you

> know?

>

> I had warned him that I can get that way when I am nervous, so he

> just held me close and whispered sweet nothings in my ear. He told

> me how wonderful it was to have me in his arms, how beautiful I

> was...even more beautiful than any of my pictures (although Pam, he

> said I looked the most like the pictures you took of me in my

> office.) He held me until I started to melt a bit...and then we

> headed for the car.

>

> He kept laughing, just for no reason...because it was so odd and

> strange to finally be in the same space, the same continent, the

same

> country, the same city...after six months.

>

> At one of the stoplights, he told me that my profile was

unbelievably

> beautiful, and that he couldn't wait to draw me. (my little

> artist). At every stoplight, he grabbed me and kissed me...deeply,

> romantically, sensually...kissed my eyelids my cheeks...got me so

hot

> and bothered and dazed that I got lost.

>

> Yep, I got lost. I only live in SF. I've only lived there my

whole

> freakin' life. I have only been to SFO, oh I don't know...3,000

> times (no exageration at all)...and yes, I got lost. The man knows

> how to kiss, what can I say?

>

> We headed off directly to Mill Valley, because I had made

> reservations at a spa for us. I thought it would help us to relax,

> help him with the jet-lag. We had a little time, so we stopped at

a

> little outdoor cafe/bookstore that I like, and we sipped on coffee

> (yes decaf for me).

>

> So, the spa (Tea Garden Springs) is very cool. Very Zen. Running

> water, feng shui, quiet voices...everyone dressed in white...very

> relaxing. They led us to a room with two adjoining jacuzzi

bathtubs,

> rose petals floating on top..candles ablaze, with a lovely view of

> Mt. Tam out of the window. They left us alone for 45 minutes. Um,

> let's just say that he wound up in my bathtub (how'd that happen),

> and er, um...let's just say that it was phenomenal. Truly. Yowza.

>

> So, after, we had massages (hour and a half) and facials (another

> hour). We stumbled to the car in a dazed, relaxed trance. I drove

> us to North Beach (the Italian neighborhood in the City), and we

ate

> at Rose Pistola's, one of my favorite restaurants. He was just

about

> ready to fall asleep in his risotto...so I asked them to wrap

> everything up, and we headed home.

>

> My cat loved him immediately. She had been talking to him on the

> phone for the last 6 months, so she recognized his voice, and

> immediately responded to his sweet, sensual spirit. We went to bed

> and he immediately fell into deep slumber. Or at least until about

3

> a.m. when I was lulled out of my own slumber by his caresses.

>

> The next a.m., I received approximately 12 telephone calls before 9

> a.m., from curious friends and family members who " simply could not

> WAIT another second " to hear how it was going. So, with a very

good-

> natured laying next to me, chuckling...I had to say again and

> again on the phone, " It's fabulous. Uh huh. Ohhhhh

yeahhhhh...that

> is just GREAT, no issues THERE! "

>

> We met up with my brother, and went out on a sailboat on the Bay to

> watch the Blue Angels. He found it thrilling, as the jets zipped

> right over our heads. We had a great time, and he and my brother

> managed to communicate pretty well together. That night, we went

out

> again for dinner...to a nice little Indonesian restaurant. We had

a

> bunch of leftovers to take home again, as he wasn't able or willing

> to finish my plate everytime I ate a little nibble and said, " OK,

> that's it for me. "

>

> Monday a.m. we headed for Kauai. When we got to the Grand Hyatt,

it

> was spectacularly beautiful. Our room wasn't quite ready, so we

went

> off to have our complimentary cocktails. To " make up " for the

misery

> of having to sit and watch the ocean with a free drink with a

little

> umbrella in it...they upgraded us to an utterly amazing ocean view

> suite. The bathroom was bigger than my bedroom...and my bedroom is

> huge. We had an amazing veranda, a huge plasma television (its

value

> lost on both of us, as neither of us ever ever watch television), a

> CD player. And astonishing views.

>

> We were there for three days, and we barely left the room. We took

a

> bubble bath/jacuzzi together until our fingers and toes were all

> pruney. We taught each other songs in French and English, and sang

> as we took our bubble bath. We had reservations for dinner that

> night, but we wound up " taking a little nap " (he was still

incredibly

> jet-lagged..and Hawaii is 12 hours different than Paris). So, we

> read and napped and well, er...you know....hee hee...all afternoon

> and evening. At about 2 or 3 in the a.m., when I was still

> asleep...he ordered champagne and cheese and chocolate covered

> strawberries. He woke me up and we had a little picnic on the

bed.

> Now, yes, I shouldn't have had any of that, really (except for the

> cheese.) I'm not advocating it...but it was great and

romantic...and

> I had a couple of nibbles and that was it. (besides, I did manage

to

> lose 4 lbs. while I was there. I mainly ate fish). He didn't know

> my exact dietary restrictions at that point. but, I did drink some

> champagne. It was great.

>

> One of the days we took a helicopter tour around Kauai. Another

day

> we took a catamaran tour up the Na'Pali coast. We went

snorkeling.

> And we relaxed. We got lost a couple of times...and there were

> plenty of opportunities to argue or get stressed...but nope. It

was

> all just comfortable and fun...we came up with a bunch of little

> private jokes...and we really bonded on many levels. And for a 44

> year old (he turned 44 when he was here), he was like a sensual

> Energizer bunny. And completely unselfish and knew tricks that I

had

> never seen before. (I teased him about a certain thing he did that

I

> had never experienced...and that's saying a lot coming from me. He

> said, " Former slut trick. " I said, " Thank God for former sluts!! "

> This was one of our jokes because he had been a bit wild when he

was

> younger and a professional musician. But, he says that is all out

of

> his system, and now he just wants to be my slut.)

>

> We went to this neat bar, listened to jazz, and made out the whole

> time. That seemed to happen a lot. Always starting with that

little

> cat that ate the canary smile.

>

> So, we headed off to Maui. Went on an all-day excursion to the

> island of Lanai. We snorkeled and hung out on the boat and

explored

> the island. Other days, we went through art galleries in Lahaina,

> and started planning his art career (he's an unbelievable artist.

> Really really good.)

>

> We laughed. Alot. We played in the ocean, and in the pool at the

> hotel, and went through the water tubes and played like children.

> When I got a little nauseated or had tummy problems, he was ny

on

> the Spot. The skin wasn't an issue, and I wound up parading around

> in sleeveless, short Hawaiian dressed (he called me his Wahaini

which

> means " island girl " and he was constantly putting flowers in my

> hair.) After watching me struggle for the second day to straighten

> my hair with products, he told me that I was my most beautiful when

I

> was fresh out of the ocean and the sun dried my hair into waves.

Why

> would I want to straighten my perfect, wavy hair? Why would I want

> to put any make up on my lovely, young face? I could have kissed

him.

> I probably did. So, for the rest of the trip: no real make-up, no

> fuss with my hair, a two piece bathing suit, and sleeveless

dressed.

> he thought I was exquisite. He drew pictures of me constantly. He

> gazed lovingly at me. He took care of me.

>

> So, we sadly made our way back to the mainland on Sunday (left

> Saturday night and arrived Sun. a.m.) When we got to my apartment,

> my sister and brother-in-law were there from San Obispo. My

> brother and his dog were also there. We said hi, and headed

straight

> for bed. the cat joined us, but the little brat slept on him. Not

> me.

>

> That night, we went to the Maharani, a beautiful Indian restaurant

in

> the City. we had a party for my brother Craig (his birthday is

Oct.

> 18), my close friend (also the 18th) and for (the 17th.)

> It was a really nice night.

>

> The next day, we headed off to Carmel for the day. A photographer

> took photos of us at the Mission, and down on the beach. This was

> his birthday present, what he asked me to arrange before he got

> here. It was fun, and the vast majority of the pictures had him

> kissing me. I can't wait to see the pictures...the photographer

> said, " You guys are beautiful together, I have a feeling I'm going

to

> be using these for advertisements. " He is a pretty well-known

> photographer, and has been featured on Oprah.

>

> We had a romantic dinner for his birthday, and headed back to SF.

> Tuesday afternoon, we took off for Arizona (sedona, where my

parents

> live.) We were there until Thursday night, and my parents loved

> him. Somehow, my step-father, who hates French people on general

> principle...adored him. They communciated in some odd fashion, and

> really bonded.

>

> Friday, we toured around SF, and Friday night we went out to a

couple

> of blues clubs.

>

> The bad thing that happened is that my husband, from whom I have

been

> separated for one and a half years, but who I really genuinely care

> about..and who really wants us to be together...saw us out

together.

> i didn't see him, and he doesn't usually go out. I had told him I'd

> be gone for a couple of weeks, to protect him from the truth. He

got

> suspicious, and voila. I felt horrible because I knew how hurt he

> was. He called at 3 in the a.m, and although I didn't pick up the

> phone, I did listen to the message. was sympathetic and

> comforted me...but to be honest...I wanted to call Steve back and

> make sure he was ok...but I was afraid to get into a big

thing...and

> so instead, I stayed awake all night, fretting, while sawed

logs

> next to me.

>

> The next a.m. I was very nervous and anxious. i just wanted to

leave

> the apartment, because I didn't want a big confrontation. was

> not so worried, and was slow as molasses, and I was going crazy.

We

> finally left at 1. We grabbed a bit, but I was so upset and

> distracted that I couldn't eat. At the airport, while I was sad he

> was leaving, I couldn't really focus on it. The second he left, i

> called Steve and told him how sorry I was that he had found out in

> that way, but that I had tried to tell him in the past...and that

if

> he wanted to talk...

>

> He called today. And was very very hurt, and very cold. He said

> he'd send me the petition for divorce by mail...and it was just

bad.

> I cried all day. called me this a.m. before the second

> conversation with Steve...and told me he got home safely. And then

> the conversation with Steve. It was very very painful. And

moments

> after Steve hung up from me, Olivier called. For the fifth time in

> the time that was there. He comforted me about the Steve

> thing...but it just made me realize how crowded my life is, you

know?

>

> The bottom line is that is wonderful in many ways. I'll be

> seeing him at Christmas (I'll be in paris), and he's ready to move

> in. My mother asked his intentions with me, and he said, " I intend

> to marry her and spend the rest of my life with her. " At the

> airport, he told me that we just " work " together.

>

> He's 100 percent sure of me. I adore him...but I'm more reserved

in

> some ways...and the confusion of my current life detracted a

> bit...but all in all, he's very wonderful, romantic. sweet,

> warm...patient...and an incredible lover.

>

> So, I see it going places...but I am going to have to go through

some

> rough times first....

>

> That's all for now. Sorry if there were too many intimate details!!

>

> Slenderella

>

October 24, 2005

Hi Robynn, my name is Marita. Azin and I had the surgery on the same date, she

had a couple rough days but she is doing just fine, in fact we both are. If I

may comment on your posting, sounds like a fantastic man, it sounds like

you were made for each other. I'm sorry about your husband and him finding out

that way. I was in somewhat of the same circumstances long ago. I ended up

divorcing my husband and now have been married to for 28yrs. and have

never been happier. You follow your heart, and believe me it will hurt but you

will be happier for it. Good luck!!!

Marita