Whatever

Mademoiselle A has lately been borrowing my company credit card very often. And I must say that it sits quite lose in my wallet, I just tell her also to order me something if she gets herself a nice handbag.

My boss will deeply regret putting Mademoiselle A’s apprentice under my wings. If she ever wakes up from the coma caused by my Stockholm travel account; in three days I managed to spend definitely too much money. But I did have fun with my French gay guy. Me, with the incredibly beautiful eyes.

PS. I am in fact not that sure anymore that my French client is gay (was this only office gossip?), not after the mail he sent me yesterday.

PSS. But even better, my maybe gay guy will bring me 50 rich French doctors in June to Stockholm. Then it is just pick and choose the best possible one inviting me every week-end to Paris. Last time I had 50 rich French bank directors, but they had dragged their wives along. Only one guy had left the wife in France, but he was from LIMOGES! Hell no, I don’t want a lover in Limoges! But I let him pay all my drinks, Tchin-tchin.
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