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A Parisian Story (Part 1/5)
I had had a very bad day at work. My bitchy boss had been moody again, as she does every now and then, and I was frustrated with my ability to change things. I just wanted the day to be over. I packed my things and left. The Metro was packed, as always. When I was about to leave the train some guy that was not paying attention bumped into me and made me drop the document I wanted to take home to review later. He must have been in a rush because he did not even bother to apologise or help me get my stuff. But out of nowhere came another man and helped me collect the papers from the floor. I thanked him, “Merci beaucoup” and he answered in English. I asked him "That accent, where are you from, Texas ?”. He just said “close” and offered to help me, so I gave him my sporting bag, which I usually carry to work in case I want to do some workout during lunchtime, and said “carry that and follow me”. My mood had turned in a second. I was happy.
I did not know what to do with this nice American man. He looked handsome but I actually wanted to go home. Then I thought, well, probably I should demonstrate some appreciation and show this tourist a bit of Paris. I said to him "you know what? I need a glass of wine. If you like wine, I can show you a Parisian place, not those bars full of tourists". He smiled and said yes. So we walked for about ten minutes to the bar I used to go when I was a student. Seems so long ago. We took a small table facing the street and I ordered "un pichet de rosé, s'il-vous-plait". The waiter came quickly with the wine and some bread. We toasted and then started some smalltalk. It felt relaxing. The summer was about starting and it was quite warm. I was so happy to have worn my favourite light black dress. Life was good. We talked and talked and I ordered another pichet of wine. At that point I realised that the wine was starting to make my cheeks blush. I looked at him to see if he noticed but he probably did not. As a Texan he probably was not used to drinking wine and he seemed to be enjoying it. Then I looked directly into his eyes and a shiver went through my body. My heart started beating faster. I did not know what was happening. I asked him if he could excuse me, I had to go to the ladies room. I stood up and rushed to the toilet. There I took a deep breath and looked in the mirror. I looked and felt so sexy. Then I realised, I was wet. How did that happen? My skin was sensitive and my heartbeat continued to be faster than normal. Was this the wine? The American guy? ...
I had had a very bad day at work. My bitchy boss had been moody again, as she does every now and then, and I was frustrated with my ability to change things. I just wanted the day to be over. I packed my things and left. The Metro was packed, as always. When I was about to leave the train some guy that was not paying attention bumped into me and made me drop the document I wanted to take home to review later. He must have been in a rush because he did not even bother to apologise or help me get my stuff. But out of nowhere came another man and helped me collect the papers from the floor. I thanked him, “Merci beaucoup” and he answered in English. I asked him "That accent, where are you from, Texas ?”. He just said “close” and offered to help me, so I gave him my sporting bag, which I usually carry to work in case I want to do some workout during lunchtime, and said “carry that and follow me”. My mood had turned in a second. I was happy.
I did not know what to do with this nice American man. He looked handsome but I actually wanted to go home. Then I thought, well, probably I should demonstrate some appreciation and show this tourist a bit of Paris. I said to him "you know what? I need a glass of wine. If you like wine, I can show you a Parisian place, not those bars full of tourists". He smiled and said yes. So we walked for about ten minutes to the bar I used to go when I was a student. Seems so long ago. We took a small table facing the street and I ordered "un pichet de rosé, s'il-vous-plait". The waiter came quickly with the wine and some bread. We toasted and then started some smalltalk. It felt relaxing. The summer was about starting and it was quite warm. I was so happy to have worn my favourite light black dress. Life was good. We talked and talked and I ordered another pichet of wine. At that point I realised that the wine was starting to make my cheeks blush. I looked at him to see if he noticed but he probably did not. As a Texan he probably was not used to drinking wine and he seemed to be enjoying it. Then I looked directly into his eyes and a shiver went through my body. My heart started beating faster. I did not know what was happening. I asked him if he could excuse me, I had to go to the ladies room. I stood up and rushed to the toilet. There I took a deep breath and looked in the mirror. I looked and felt so sexy. Then I realised, I was wet. How did that happen? My skin was sensitive and my heartbeat continued to be faster than normal. Was this the wine? The American guy? ...
