Au voleur, au voleur...

Strange coïncidences...
Close by an art centre, at a vernissage two days ago. Saw an art critic that made my heart beat so fast when I was an intern at the art centre. What did I see on his face? A few wrinckles, a few grey hair, and, still, an Asian girl by his side (that's why, probably, I thought I would have a chance)
In the subway, at the connection line 1, subway station Concorde, towards Chateau de Vincennes. That designer I have been working for, for a whole week in Japan, during that design exhibition. Was sweet, innocent, then. 4 years later, is involved with big brands. His face got somehow harder, more serious. A businessman in design.
Two samples of sexiness, or whatever, when I was a twenty something. Well, I'm still a twenty something, closer to the thirties unfortunately.
I guess I lost the craziness of my early twenties in real life, but keep on having it in the arms of some nice guys. My beauty/seduction secret: play on the Asian-I'm-looking-slightly-younger-and-mysterious side.
You never meet a man when you expect to do so. A lesson I have carefully learned in Korea, in Hyun's arms...
For some reason, lost a bit of confidence last week. Became enamouraded. And that bad one was grumpy, and, by being grumpy, made me feel grumpy as well (although, for the past two months, had made me feel so light-hearted with his laughters).
Thought the party-I-had-to-go-to, the one that had been scheduled for months now, at a friend's big big appartment, would not bring any nice male outcome. Gays or couples, that's what I was expecting. I was not wrong, except for one. The one. That one that saw me in the afternoon, cancelled the party he was invited to, to come to that party, last minute. "He's not your style. He's got someone. A light relationship. But he's got someone". That's how a friend of mine would describe me the guy I did not know, when he told me his name, before I met him. No awesome feelings from me at first sight. Proposed him to share a flat, "en tout bien tout honneur", as we were looking for a flat, in the same area. Chatted. Then, told my friend it was probably the first time he was introducing me to such a nice guy, and, above all, a heterosexual...
Then, yes, the party. The mouse, looking like a cute wild poppy teetering on my Sergio Rossi. The man, his eyes caught by the red color, his sweet words, my humourous bubbly bits of talk. Then, the next morning, XXX has added you as a friend on facebook, mails and talks about meeting again later. My friend confirming me today "well, you might get blown by a mine, he's taken remember." Anyways, might take him to a concert at 5 on Sunday. We'll see. Til then, the mouse feels her heart got stolen by his sweet smile and sparkling dark eyes...
Alas.