Boys in Paris

I’ve been cleaning out all of my old photos and so every now and then I’ll probably post a strange photo. This one, my mother hates because she thinks I look terrible in it (she doesn’t like what I’m doing with my mouth)…

There’s a back-story to the photo and it’s as follows. This was taken at Le Mustang in Paris. I was with a few friends and we were seated at a table near the back of the place. It was completely overcrowded and filled with “les Americaines”.

I was staring at someone who’d been trying to get my attention for the duration of the evening. I wasn’t staring at him because I was interested in him, but rather because he’d taken off his shirt and had begun to flex…for absolutely no reason whatsoever. I was trying really hard not to laugh, but failed miserably immediately after this photo was taken when he jumped on to a chair and started “dancing”.

He had begun le grand seduction by blowing me kisses, big winks and playing an almost ‘queer as he gets’ role by pointing at my shirt and telling me loved it with two big thumbs up. He was insanely funny and not trying to be serious and so his actions were akin to those of Austin Powers (who we now know & love).

We told him he could join us for 10 minutes (we timed this because it was a girls only evening) and he graciously left with the following line coupled with another final wink, a smirk, and two smoking guns: “The reason you don’t dig me is because you’re not French. French girls LOVE my moves.” Then, he threw both hands in the air and pretended to be thanking a standing ovation.

There's nothing more appealing than a man who doesn't take himself seriously...