Six, six... it's the same word!

It's only been three days since my last entry, and already I have enough material for two more (will keep some on reserve should the population of France suddenly and tragically lose its sex drive). If only other aspects of my life were half as productive and eventful...

Who: Dog Whistle
Pick-up method: I was taking a morning stroll (read: heading to the boulangerie) and encountered an older man (DW) walking his dog. As I got closer he smiled, so I said "bonjour," as is typically done. Then DW whistled at me. He didn't use the cliche, demeaning, "you're so sexy" -type whistle. Instead he whistled at me as if whistling to his dog to come inside the house for dinner. DW accompanied this whistle with a gentle pat on his knee and another smile.
Why I won't be sleeping with you: As a primatologist perhaps I have lost touch with the intricacies of folk taxonomy, but I’m pretty sure that before I became the scientist I am today I knew the difference between a canine and a human (and was very aware of this difference when using words like “bitch," “dog," and "Sparky" in a figurative and insulting fashion). While I admire your bold approach, I am most turned on when a potential partner recognises and appreciates at least the Order to which I belong in the animal kingdom.

Who: Thirsty Artist
Pick-up method: During another morning stroll (perhaps the key to keeping this blog going is making frequent trips to acquire baguettes) I happened upon two young men moving some paintings from their apartment to their car. One of them (TA) was holding a half-empty bottle of beer and not navigating his environment with what I'd call "grace" (please note that this occurred at 9:30am on a Sunday). TA looked at me briefly then went back to his task. When I got closer, he looked again. TA then raised his eyebrows, smiled, and said "Good morning." I smiled back, figuring I'd humour the inebriated, yet strangely cute, young artist. He then held up his beer to me, asking if I'd like to come up and have a drink with him.
Why I won't be sleeping with you: I think the problem for us is a lifestyle difference: I had woken up at 9am and my only morning plan was to purchase a loaf of bread adorned with sunflower seeds; I'm not sure when you woke up (or even if you had gone to sleep), but what's important is that I'm not really the type of girl who drinks copious amounts of alcohol before noon (okay, that may have happened one time... but there were extenuating circumstances, and this seems to be your general pattern of behaviour). An online dating quiz once advised me, "Though you're drawn to them, avoid artists at all costs." I really do have a weakness for artists, and fully expect this vulnerability to be my downfall one day. Unsurprisingly, I've never been able to follow the advice of The Internet... until now. You deserve someone who will be cracking open those beers right alongside you, or, at least, cracking open those beers for you. I'm just not that girl. Thank you for showing me that it is possible to follow that quiz author's advice. You've given me hope.