Last night I actually found the Sweet Shop.
It was an event for Expats over here, pay a couple of quid to have french food and wine - about 150 people, most of them under 30, a lot of them students. Probably 2/3 women. The majority being stunning french women (and I do love that accent) who are single and a bit drunk.
It's odd to be in a room where beautiful women are coming up to me and saying we met last time (I'd had a few beers a couple of weeks ago so don't remember everyone I spoke to) and touching my arm and stuff. Obvious flirting.
However I'd arranged to meet MedStudent there as she was free at short notice before flying back to the US for a few days. I know it's unfair of me but I was comparing her, when I was sober, to all of these beautiful exotic women gliding past the table and smiling at me, and she definitely came off second best.
But, I walked her home, quick kiss goodnight (no biting), went home alone.
Pants. Part of me thinks a bird in the hand is better than two french birds in the bush etc etc, the other part thinks I don't want to settle for someone and having to avoid going to an event I've made friends at simply because I fancy all the women there more.
This is shallow. But having found the actual sweet shop I think I'm going to try some of the sweets.
Buffy is very slow to respond to mails/texts. She's better than MedStudent.