I speack peacock

So what else? Back from Bagatelle. Père Tranquille. And if I were  a French alien, just arrived from Mars? Must be at least one single explanation why I'm feling fine surrounded by all these simple sexy straight guys where as I've felt silly and weird when I droped into the Cox earlier. Turkey on demand, but no feelings. Reminds me of someone always telig he'll join and definitively calling off at the last moment ; silly, I loath him for behaving like this and simultaniously, I acknowledge because anyhow he'll not be that far away. Just at keyboard distance, as long as I'd be able to connect to the Net. WiFi, be praised.

Well, loneliness is making me crazy. Excessive sun bathing, ruining my tan line and brain input. Wait and see.