Yesterday night, wanting to have a quiet one in, I sent my housemate John to rent a DVD to go with the weed someone left at some point during the past week in The House.
My sudden decision to clean the micro-wave earlier that afternoon was rewarded by my finding a whole bag under it...

John came back with that French author film, Dans Paris, and, before I knew it, I was madly fantasizing about "Jo", one of the main characters; that very charming French guy who spends one day running around Paris as a favour to his depressed brother and ends up accidentally sleeping with three girls on his way...

He awfully reminded me of "my" French Guy, only that mine is even cuter.
Or so I was reminded of him in my stoned haze (John and I had to watch the film twice in a row to eventually understand what was going on...).

So, just before I went to bed, I texted him, welcomimg him back on the other side of the Channel.
He called back exactly 30 seconds later, and I had the great presence of mind to grab a paper and a pen before answering, just to be able to remember the content of the conversation later on...
I couldn't help but laughing when he read out loud a text he received while we were talking and commented:
"What does she want, that one? I didn't even tell her I was back!!!
-Seriously, mon chou, what do you think she wants...?"

Apparently, I didn't sound that bad, because, according to my notes, it looks like he's cooking me dinner at his place tonight.
Nice French food cooked for me tonight, what else can you ask for?
AT LAST, I'm going to get rid of the spider webs I've been growing down there for more than a month now... and, hopefully, nicely so!

Now, I just have to re-find out how to get to his place and go on another Boots mission!