Happy Hunting Grounds

So, The Cazadora was off for about two months. There were extenuating circumstances. Maybe I'll go into that later... maybe I won't. Let's just say, the break was a necessary righting of the ship. I hadn't known the ship was off-kilter, but indeed, in hindsight, it was listing...

But the huntress returned with a full arsenal last week, and she had quite a catch. Thursday night, it was RiRa Pub in Midtown, followed by Twisted Taco. The catch that night was an Indian with a hot British accent. I am a sucker for anyone foreign and dark, and who knew that Indians would be on that list. He was wearing fine clothing -- high quality dress shirt, fancy cuff links, every bit the British gentleman. There is absolutely no future with that one, but the flirtation did me very good.

Friday night, I took the good advice of my best girl (who would never lead me astray) and finally sidled up to the bar at French restaurant Anis in Buckhead. We told the owner we were there to practice our French, and he sent us only French-speaking waiters (one delicious example was from Tunisia. Yum.). They told us we wouldn't get dessert if we spoke in English, and we became very obedient! It was so fun how seriously they took our mission. The waiters, who were excellent and patient with us, later introduced us to the entire bar which consisted of delicious French men who also were very appreciative of our efforts in their language. Let's just say, we're going back for French movie night, and possibly New Year's eve.

But here's an observation, made by one of the Frenchies. "Americain men are stupide!" he declared, as he caressed my hand, my check, and kissed my head. My friend and I had commented on how American men rarely make moves on women. It's a wonder we procreate at all in this country. Men here are so shy, timid... They seem to want to know something is a sure thing before they risk anything.

Not so the French (or fill in the blank: Italian, Mexican, Brazilian, Indian). Men from other countries seem much more appreciative of the female form. Femininity. Flirtation. Connection. They seem to get the underlying heartbeat in male-female relations. They don't seem scared or intimidated by it. Instead, nothing ventured, nothing gained, seems to be their motto. It meant so much to me to be appreciated, admired, touched last night in sexy and seductive ways without feeling like those beautiful men had an underlying goal. Of course they do, but they seemed very in the moment and like they knew seduction might take a little time.

My new mission is to get asked out on dates. Hooking up in bars is too easy. It's like eating a diet cookie -- instantly gratifying but completely unsatisfying. I feel lucky that I have already received correspondence via email from one of aforesaid delicious French men. We'll see where that goes, but a polite and respectful email was an excellent start to my mission. It was also all in French! Is there anything sexier?

Let's just say that nothing happened last night, but everything happened. A whole new world opened up to me. Cazadora found very good hunting grounds indeed.