Lena

Threw myself into French greetings and introductions with as much gusto as I could muster this afternoon. The combination of pitiful weather, a lacklustre love life and sorry social calender has me gripped by the ghoulies in a pit of dispair. Nevertheless I trudged along to my language class with beefcake brain Shaun, a man who is yet to master the English language, let alone French. After a quick fire round of noun revision the tutor divided the class into pairs for conversation practise. Thankfully she paired me with a lovely lady by the name of Lena, who blushed every time she stumbled over her words. I presume Lena is a highly intelligent woman as she is studying for a Phd in Molecular Biology but for some reason she was very embarrassed by her clunky turns of French phrases. I took this to be a signal that she fancied me and at the end of the class gave her my landline, mobile number and email address and asked that she contact me if she fancied meeting up to practise in our spare time. She took the paper, thanked me and vanished into the night (well into a throng of Chinese students). I hope she calls.