A Life Less Ordinary

I've been playing email tag for two months with an Austrian guy my dad's secretary met. Last night we finally arranged our schedules and met up. Martin's 27, 6'4 (what's up with 6'4 guys lately?), and a nice guy. He's also the Vice Consul of the Consul General here in Chicago.

"It's so nice to be able to talk to a European," I said. "My only European friend here is a French guy, he lives over on Dearborn."
"Not Louis B----n?" Martin asked.

Yes, the same Louis. In a city of 8 million, the two Europeans I know hang out every weekend.

Gotta love it.