October 2007. After chatting online for a while with a French guy, we exchange numbers. Turns out he lives right near my office, so it’s a quiet day & I agree to have coffee with him. Utterly, utterly dreamy, handsome and, being a soccer player, he’s very fit. I’m hard just looking at him (awkward outside Starbucks…), and suggest the coffee is shite and he could maybe do a better cup at his place. We head off. Can I tell you again how divinely handsome he was? We have a heavy session on the couch, then retire to the bedroom. He gives me one of the best blowjobs I’ve ever had, but won’t let me fuck him. So I reciprocate the blowjob and we come together and on each other. In the shower he asks if I get ‘much action’, and I recount some of the tales above, including a passing mention of the cute lawyer. My new friend goes quiet, and asks if the lawyer ‘has a Palestinian friend’. Too many dots are connecting here, and I guess (correctly), that this friend is ‘the professional’. The Frenchman is now quite agitated, and insists that I mention our encounter to no-one, as the lawyer is insanely jealous and, on occasion, violent. Scary shit, but talk about a small town….