Sunday, June 21, 2015

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Last week I stayed at the village, it was restful. This past weekend at LeMans for the race, not restful but exciting.


Abbie and Mandy arrive Friday for a month, more later.


The REIT that I've been a managing partner of for a few years is having a minor crisis. When we started out, my partners and I planned to have a fairly boring real estate investment business, we'd buy multi-tenant residential and commercial properties, spiff them up and collect the rents with expansion coming from borrowing against the increased value. My fellow managing partners are comfortable with this.

The recession offered an opportunity to speculate and we took on investors for their capital. Now these investors are seeking a return far greater than collecting rents can provide. It's a challenge that's doable, but my partners are far out of their comfort zone. For me there are unknowns, but I'm comfortable with the risk. We've always made decisions by consensus, but they're paralyzed and can't decide. We'll get through it.


Sunday, June 07, 2015

It was hot for Paris and muggy, initially we were to meet at a garden cafe for lunch before retiring to the Lumen on rue des Pyramides, but the heat sent us to Oscar the hotel's restaurant. For our date I selected a linen day-dress, sleeveless with a flaring skirt, in dusty rose that complements my complexion. I could pass easily for a pampered lady who lunches.

Since fall, I have be seeing Marcel twice a month, always in the afternoon at different hotels. We meet for lunch at noon and he regales me with tales of the past week while I listen and ask a question or two to keep him going, not that it takes much. But he's interesting in the way that successful people can be interesting and I learn a lot by listening and parsing what he says.

Marcel is 70-ish, trim, with a full head of snowy white hair, he remains the chairman of his company, but has passed the day-to-day operations to his chosen successor. He says, he is enjoying life and I'm part of the entertainment.

This is the type of client assignation I like, regular and stable, with a gentleman who is easy to be with. So far I've resisted the temptation to suggest that he provide me a stipend. While that predicability is desirable, I don't want the entanglement that it would bring. Cash is more flexible.

In the room, he requests a lap dance, I oblige and grind away offering my breasts to his lips. I don't know how dancers do this customer after customer, the chafing quickly leaves me sore and I switch positions lying atop him. He fondles my breasts and then a hand slides into my panties.

Even with the little pills, Marcel suffers from mild impotency often struggling to have a decent erection, but I could feel him harden through his slacks. He wanted to fuck.
I dressed and left before he did. It was nearly 4 when I retrieved Marty, pushed the top down and headed for my apartment. Wags was anxious to be walked and after changing my shoes we did. Then it was dinner for the two of us and another walk, after which I settled down to read till it was time to prepare for another date.


Thursday, May 21, 2015

Cannes summary.

Shared a crash pad apartment with four girls, it defined interesting.

A plan for a restful evening, following a day on a boat, was disrupted by a request for a date. Duty called, after all, I was there to make money.

The date turned out to be a party and I was in a taxi heading home at 5 AM.

"The only thing more disgusting than these women, are the men who hire them." Said the female half of the couple with whom my date and I had dinner. Bit my tongue, rather than respond.

Leaving for Monte Carlo for the annual bacchanal. This year the Grand Prix weekend was chosen.


Monday, May 18, 2015

Wife bonus? I'd rather be a mistress and a whore.


Monday, May 11, 2015

In the morning I'll travel to Cannes to work throughout the film festival. I have a couple of dates set and I'm still working on a couple of more.


Thursday, April 30, 2015

I let the letter sit on my desk unopened for a couple of days, I was sure that it was bad news. Finally after a conversation with Anne Marie, who simply said, open it, I did.  

It was from the Office of the Minister of Immigration and could have been any number of things. Notification that I was being deported, information on my carte de séjour, i.e. residency permit or...

Madame, J’ai le plaisir de vous faire savoir que vous êtes Française depuis le 1 Avril 2015.
Madam, I am pleased to inform you that you are French since April 1, 2015.

I kept reading and re-reading that line till it finally sunk in, my application to become a French citizen had been approved. I let out a squeal that frightened Wags and then I called my father, who didn't answer and then AM who did.

Let me back up. About 18 months ago I had lunch with an ex-pat who was returning home. She had been here for about 15 years, married a Frenchman and had two children. A couple of years before he had been diagnosed with a brain tumor that killed him within a year. After a visit to her family in the US, she decided to go home.

It got me thinking a lot about where my home was and I kept coming back to the fact that my home is Paris and that I don't have any place in the US to go back to. None of my family lives in our home town. Dad is here and my siblings live at least a 100 miles apart, so I have no nest to return to. So after a few months of thinking about it and speaking with friends, I submitted my application and began what was a bumpy path to becoming French.

It started easily enough, but a question was raised about how I received my initial residency and work permits as I didn't fit the typical profile. In response I expressed innocence, explaining that Dad, a French citizen by marriage, had hired an attorney who assisted me through the process. The bureaucrat, a kindly older man accepted my explanation and opined that whatever abuse of the process that may have occurred, I wasn't party to it. After that there was a concern about, ahem, certain activities that I pursued and then after a few weeks that problem went away. But selling of Kim & Co almost derailed the application, as there was a concern that since I no longer had employment..., entrepreneurialism being for suspcious concept for the French. It took a few months, but that hurdle was overcome and all I could do was wait.

Till yesterday.