A French-Canadian Kiss....

Blac-Jac Shellac is a French Canadian. I think the character reference came from Looney Tunes Yosemite Sam arch-nemisis.

But Blac-Jac is kind, courteous and wickedly intelligent. He loves California (as do I) and has eyes the colour of the Agean Sea (which I've only read about). He does a silly impression of Cartman with a French accent, and is a fan of Dirty Martinis.

We went to see the Michael Moore film, Sicko, at the Tower Theater (next door to the original Tower Records Location). Then to dinner. The place we ate was so loud (part of a dance-club/bar), that we sat next to eachother.

Looking into his pale blue eyes and listening to his laugh... he seemed impressed that I was not bored to tears talking about politics... He was trying to impress me with all of the places he's been - but he didn't realize that I was already impressed. :-)

Walking out of the restaurant, our hands brushed for a moment. He opened the car door for me, let me in... and shut it for me (something that all other men have completely forgotten). We chatted until he parked in front of my house - which has a port-a-john out front on a trailer, to accomodate the workmen who are laboring on the water line under the house.

He shut off the car and said "we're here".... and I thanked him for dinner, the movie, and popcorn. He offered to buy a bike this weekend so that he can keep up with me next weekend and beyond. Blac-Jac asked if I would agree to go on a day-trip with him next weekend.

And then he leaned over... kissed me ever so gently right next to my lips. So I moved my lips over to his and kissed him back.... and then he kissed me back again and again. So chaste... so sweet.

My head was swimming a minute later when I got out of the car and walked up to my house. He stayed out on the street until I turned my light on inside.

Isn't romance just the greatest?
Who knows what the future will bring.... as I get to know Blac-Jac, and a host of others. But I am living in the moment, okay with myself.... living up to my own high standards.... and open to the possibility of love again one day (and totally loving the feeling of infatuation after a first kiss).