Wednesday, September 02, 2015

Sunday I traveled to DC to spend a few days with Rachel and Amy. Rach is at the time of her pregnancy where she only wants it to be over. They are doing well and are planning to come to Paris next summer.

In the morning I'll take the train north. Leah, David with Grace, rented a house near Chatham on Cape Cod for the summer and we are having our family get-together there this weekend. Only Leah is there with the kids as David is working and Grace needed to be in NY as Robbie's school started. Friday the gang will filter in, including Anne Marie and Hannah, who Grace invited without my prompting. She's a good sister.


Monday, August 24, 2015

My birthday is Tuesday, I'll be 35. Friends have me on a suicide watch, just kidding. In the spring I was cleaning out some papers and came across a list of things that I wanted to accomplish or experience by my thirty-fifth birthday.

As I reviewed the list I noted that I could check off many of the items. Some were personal and of minor consequence such as travel while others were major, like starting and running a successful business. The significant failures incomplete goals for myself are finding a life partner and "have children, three."

Today I'm no closer to a life partner than I was at the time that I wrote the list, but that bothers me less than not having children. Then I viewed kids and a partner as two separate things, I didn't need the second to have the first. After all I could become a regular customer at the sperm bank or allow myself to be knocked up by some cute, accomplished guy. Anyway that was my thinking when I wrote the list. 

Things change and I watched as friends found partners and started families and those who had been single parents found a partner. I saw how happy that made them and I concluded that I'd been fooling myself, having a partner was important, but by then I'd run out of time for the children.

In the morning I'm driving to Juliette's farm to see her and Dad and to celebrate. Anne Marie and Hannah are here and they'll join us. We'll have a good time. I'm happy, fulfilled but feeling not quite complete.


Monday, August 10, 2015

In Memory of My Mother

Tuesday, August 04, 2015

The girls went home on the 20th taking the sisters whom they've become friends along. Farrah was asked, but her parents understandably said no. The last few days Abbie and she moped about knowing that the end of their summer romance was nigh. An adult has some control about such things but a teen... Alternately I miss them, and feel guilty that I'm glad they are gone.

I'm making desperate fresh attempts at dating again and only managing to prove that I'm basically undateable. There was a woman, whom I hoped something might start, It wasn't a disaster, but at least with disastrous dates there is always the future funny story. This was just blah. The three of us stayed at Dad and Juliette's for the month, when I got home the house was dark, though there was evidence that the girls were home. I figured they'd gone to bed and I was glad. Not sure that Wags had been walked we went out so he could take care of his business and when we returned the twins were in the kitchen waiting for me seeking a full report of my evening.

They've hinted at their concern that I might be on my way to spinsterhood, it's bad enough that my sisters cluck their concern and my friends tell cat jokes, but I didn't need them joining in.

Through September, I'm in at the village house with the occasional trip to Paris for business. It's peaceful.

For those believing that being a gentleman's companion, courtesan, SB or escort is a glamorous way to make a living, a bit of reality. 


Monday, July 06, 2015

We shared a post-coitus cuddle, my head on his chest, his arm around me with his fingers stroking my hair. I was waiting a decent interval to declare our date over when his phone began chirping. He reached across me to lift it off the night stand, his weight pinning me to the bed. He was younger and handsomer than most and I'll admit I find him attractive.

He swore and then told me he needed to go. "Must you", I purred, stroking his stiffening cock. Now he was centered over me my arms and legs wrapped around him. "Temptress," he called me with a smile, "but yes I need to go. How about next week?" "I'm looking forward to it," I replied.

I watched him dress a go, thanking him for the Euro's left by my bag. I checked my watch as I laid in the bed, considering what to do next. It was about 3 PM and I was tempted not to leave the comfort of the room, it was paid for till morning. After all it was nearly 40 C outside. I needed to pee and in the bath noted the assortment of soaps and soaks, there were even candles. A bath was appealing.

Before dressing I checked for messages, Abbie tweeted that she was going to the home of her friend Farrah's for dinner, so I messaged Mandy and asked of her plans. She had none so we agreed to meet at Hero, a Korean restaurant in the 2nd.

When the twin's arrived in Paris, they asked to borrow my guitar and I noted the they had brought a violin with them. The following Wednesday, they texted me, asking them to meet them near the Sorbonne. When I arrived at the requested location, I found them with the instruments performing one of the six or so Cajun songs that they had recently learned. They had been joined by a young man with a concertina and while I can't say that there interpretation of the music was accurate, they had attracted a small crowd and the guitar case contained several notes.

Among the watchers was a petite girl wearing a hijab, her dark hair peeking out. It was obvious she only had eyes for Abbie and Abbie for her, this was Farrah. With my arrival the girls cut short their performance, introductions were made and the boy, having left his contact information, drifted away.

The morning following Abbie's dinner at Farrah's, she told me that Farrah's mother had asked if she could meet me. Our plans were to spend the 4th weekend at the village and the joining Mandy and Abbie, would be their friends from Neuilly, and Abbie asked if Farrah could join us.

I'd already made inquiries regarding Farrah's family and learned that her father was a well regarded small businessman and that they attended a moderate mosque. We met at a restaurant on the outer edge of the 19th. Meeting Warda, I could see where Farrah got her size. She dressed conservatively, her hijab tight around her face. She asked if I was the Kim ____ who had investments in the banlieues, I allowed that I did make investments in several small businesses and that seemed to comfort her.

She began speaking about Farrah, Allah had burdened her she said and that she and her husband were trying to protect their daughter till she was of an age that she could begin her own life. She then speculated that Abbie was similarly burdened. I reframed that as God made the girls special and they are a challenge for others to accept. She smiled at that. As our lunch ended she told me that Farrah had her permission to join us at the village.

We started out Friday morning, in Juliette's MPV. On passing into the western suburbs I noticed that Farrah had removed her hijab, her long, wavy, black hair now spilling over her shoulders. At a rest stop she removed the leggings and long skirt that she wore beneath a tunic, now her dress was indistinguishable from the other girls.

Friday evening I cooked for the six of us and after, Mandy and the sisters wandered off seeking an adventure. Abbie asked my plans and I told her I was joining Mirelle and a few other women for an evening of wine and gossip. I asked what she and Farrah had planned and she told me they planned to watch a movie.

I returned about 11 and found Abbie and Farrah, nestled together asleep on a pallet partly covered by a sheet. Farrah woke first and pulled the sheet over them hiding their nakedness. I could see in her eyes that she feared my reaction. By then Abbie was awake and I suggested that they may want to get up and dressed as the others would soon arrive.


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.