Paris

Before we walk away entirely from the ill-fated Cuban affair, I must share a highlight.Date 1: We took a walk along the waterfront with Senor Suave. The Willamette River has a great pedestrian walk that continues along both sides with special walking paths across the many bridges. Hot Cuban Boyfriend (HCF) is smart, funny, and hot (key boyfriend ingredients), and we were just learning that as we walked. It was a great date.About 20 minutes into the walk, he asked me for a second date: Paris. France, not Texas. (You may pause to seethe with envy) We went to Texas on a different date, but the second date was Paris, France. HCF picked me up in a stretch limo, flew us first class to Paris, where we stayed at the Hotel Du Louvre, and ate at the Tour Eiffel. That’s right. The Louvre has a hotel. F-a-a-a-n-c-y. And, the Eiffel Tower has a restaurant. Actually, it has two restaurants, but only one is fancy. We ate there. It was his birthday, and he'd footed the bill to bring me to France, so I decided to be magnanimous an take him to the Eiffel Tower for dinner.As a fancy French restaurant, my menu didn't come with prices. Uh-oh. And, being France, the numbers weren't all that advantageous to the dollar to begin with. It was all worth it. HCF felt pampered. But, the bill roughly matched my rent for my glamorous Portland apartment.I'm not complaining. I'm just saying.Anyway, Hot Cuban Boyfriend had to work during the day, so I entertained myself. Here's how: