Pool Boy texted. He's in Barcelona.
"Hey Char" he said. I'll be in Paris when you are in Ireland. Meet me in Paris. I'll take you out on the town.
I would like nothing more then to have dinner with Pool Boy, in Paris. He's a gentleman. We might walk the streets after dinner and gaze at the stars. Hurting women does not interest him. He's strong. He doesn't need to make a lady cry, not like "The King" did. Maybe we'd take a BATEAUX along the river Sienne. Then I'd go home.
Paris is the perfect place to mend a broken heart.
Pool Boy isn't looking for anything. He's just trying to make a connection and be a good man.
I didn't know. Not until now. Still, give me a moment to shake off "The King". (Drops to one knee) It's okay. You're not used to brutal honesty. People are so rarely honest these days.