This seemingly pretty girl was me at 19 or 20 years old.  Incidentally, this is when Hot stuff rich like cresus little swiss lover made buddy in bad times, turned up. I was completely MAD and it was very obvious to this sweet rich educated gent who loved to slut around always and always. For this very reason, he never ONCE said anything I understood as meant to break my heart. 

I hung out with him and his buddies (all French men educated to the wazoo with money and a sweedish good looking guy I never got close to). They let me hang around with them in their pad for a few weeks I belive or perhaps a summer. There, I noticed the sexy porn of naked chicks posters on a fancyful French man's private wall who scared the heck out of me and also cooked fish with me like a maniac that I was. The sweedish pretty boy was an ex of my best friend. And the swiss guard, as I call him now, made sure I did not piss off the dudes since he seemed to have been the only one who TRULY understood my mind then. 

He was a soft chubbish sex symbol in his mind and a fantastic acrobat. His only philosophy official was to party, spend cash and get an education. Still, I must say he left a PRISTINE IMPRESSION on me, the only one I ought to  say who knew how truly mad I was. I have always always cherished the ones I shared this conscience with.