Day 51: Date? Part Trois.

I skipped through day 49 and 50 because in all honesty, those days were pretty boring in comparison to dating Paul Rudd, almost dying on a speeding segway and joining a dating website that has the same shopping cart functionality as target.com. Please excuse me while I spare you the details of making a lovely dinner for one and going to bed at 10:00pm...two weekend nights in a row. This summer is really starting off with a bang.
After narrowing down my communication to three guys on AdopteUnMec. I accepted a drink date with Contestant #2 Sèbastian, the sensitive young poet/Serge Gainsbourg fan and it was the best Sunday that I have had all year. Yes, all year.
The day could not have been more perfect other than the fact that I had completely broken out. Just as I decide to 'get back out there' and start dating again, my skin decides to act out like I'm in 8th grade forcing me to put on a little more make-up than I would have liked; especially on a warm summer day. 
After having my butt toned and sculpted by my favorite instructor Olivier, I headed home from the gym, took a quick shower, slipped on a sun dress and headed to go meet Sèbastien at the Pompidou.
While approaching the contemporary art museum, I recognized him immediately, leaning against a tree, reading a book and wearing white Repetto jazz shoes. The shoes that Serge Gainsbourg and my Dad used to wear. +1. 
Not knowing how to interrupt him because he was deeply into his book, I decided the best way to break him from his meditation was to touch his book. Or just say hello? But being one to always choose the more awkward choice, I reached for his book which came out more like a poke. I poked his book. Sebastien flinched and looked up and was quite handsome, he was actually more Kurt Cobain than Serge which was a lovely surprise. He had striking blue eyes, mousy brown hair and perfectly well-groomed stubble. +2.
The first few minutes were awkward, as first meetings usually are especially after you've poked someone's book. Where I come from, book poking doesn't happen until at least the third date and in some cases the forth. We decided to skip the museum because the day was too just too gorgeous to be inside. Not having much of plan since the Pompidou got ditched for the sun, we took a 6 hour walk around Paris. Yes, a 6 hour date. Sober. 
We walked along the Seine over Pont Neuf, through Saint Germain-des-Pres, through the Jardin Luxembourg, around the 5th, through the 6th, back up the Seine towards the 13th into the 12th into the 11th and finally stopped for a pichot of wine on Canal St.Martin. 
We had a lot to talk about which is always a concern for me given the culture and language difference. With Monsieur Flâneur, we had become so comfortable with each other that he knew what I was trying to say even if the grammar wasn't correct or the vocabulary was off and vise versa. And given the fact that he generally said the same 100 sentences over and over and avoided over-explaining, I always understood him. But this took a few weeks of getting into each other's grove before conversation in French flowed between us. Sebastien and I faced similar difficulties as he over-explained a bit and I had difficulties truly understanding what he was trying to say. 
Language barriers aside, we had a lot in common in regards to pop culture, humor and similar tastes in music. Surprisingly, it turned out that he was more than a poet and has had a serious job for the past 5 years working in architecture for the city that he finds interesting and for fun, writes a website about Paris. As much as I veer towards artistic men, I am also looking for someone  who is stable and somewhat happy with their life. Most of the time, these artistic types have a malcontent view on their situation in which the relationship gets blamed for their self-inflicted inadequacies. 
My first AdopteUnMec.com date was a success and would very much like to see Sèbastien again. Unlike most French men, where I can get a read on them, I couldn't with Sebastien and will find out if there will be a sequel to our never-ending date. Croisez les doights!