"Hello, Florence. It's Pierre-Y." he says in a friendly French voice.
"Oh, Hello. Did you get my email?" I asked.
"Yes, I understand that you cannot meet me for drinks tonight. You have a dinner to attend?" he replied.
"Yes. I'm sorry." I said in French as I was preparing to go to dinner with a friend.
"I'd like to see you tomorrow." he insisted.
"Okay." I replied.
So, Once again, I write about my "love-life" in Paris:
I've doubled-booked two dates for a Monday night, so I cancelled my "first date" for drinks with a new French friend, Pierre-Y and kept the dinner date with an old friend.
The evening was pleasant...(very pleasant.)
and there you have an account of my "love life" in Paris.