Fabienne
The little girl traveling with her mother caught my eye before we left JFK. She was about the same age as my son – probably 4 at the time – and she was striking. She had golden skin and long flowing blonde locks. Coincidentally, mother and daughter sat right in front of me in the airplane.
When we had landed in Paris and were taxiing to the gate when I leaned forward and said, "Your girl is so beautiful and so well behaved." When she turned back to acknowledge my compliments I noticed *her* for the first time.
"Thank you." She replied to me and asked if I lived in Paris.
"No, no. I come here for work." I was commuting to Paris then, a week there and a week back in the States.
"What are you doing tomorrow night, would you like to meet for dinner?" WOW! She was picking me up. Meeting the mom had not even crossed my mind when I spoke to her, but I am a quick study.
"I have no plans; I am staying at the Westminster Hotel on rue de la Paix, in the second Arrondissement, near the Opera. Let's meet there at 7 tomorrow if that works for you."
And so we did.
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Fabienne is a tall woman of French Caribbean and French European heritage. She is a journalist and had been living in New York with her daughter's father until their relationship had failed and she decided to move back to Paris. She was staying with her parents in the outskirts of Paris, and they watched her daughter when she came into the city to meet me.
We met in the hotel lobby, there was a huge reception going on, a celebration of Russia. We hung out there for a while before we decided to go out. She had a backpack with her and she asked if she could leave it in my room before we went out. WOW again.
She's a fabulous host. We wandered the streets of Les Halles she wanted me to have an authentic French experience. We chatted amiably, and flirted incessantly.
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The next morning, after a night of wild uninhibited sex, I found out that she had a change of clothes in her backpack. She had planned to spend the night all along. I love the French approach to sex.
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That was three years ago. Fabienne and I are still in touch. I last saw her in February of last year when I spent a night at her apartment. Tea, the woman I was dating then, and I had spent a couple of weeks in Paris, Luxembourg and Frankfurt. Tea had flown back to the US from Germany and I had driven our rented car back to Paris. Back to Fabienne.
I had been to the Cordier exhibit at the Musée d'Orsay earlier, but they had sold out of posters of my favorite sculpture, the majestic "Nègre du Soudan" I asked her to pick one up for me before the exhibition closed.
She IMed me today... She still has the poster and offered to mail it to me.
"No," I said. "I want to pick it up from you."
I am incorrigible.
When we had landed in Paris and were taxiing to the gate when I leaned forward and said, "Your girl is so beautiful and so well behaved." When she turned back to acknowledge my compliments I noticed *her* for the first time.
"Thank you." She replied to me and asked if I lived in Paris.
"No, no. I come here for work." I was commuting to Paris then, a week there and a week back in the States.
"What are you doing tomorrow night, would you like to meet for dinner?" WOW! She was picking me up. Meeting the mom had not even crossed my mind when I spoke to her, but I am a quick study.
"I have no plans; I am staying at the Westminster Hotel on rue de la Paix, in the second Arrondissement, near the Opera. Let's meet there at 7 tomorrow if that works for you."
And so we did.
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Fabienne is a tall woman of French Caribbean and French European heritage. She is a journalist and had been living in New York with her daughter's father until their relationship had failed and she decided to move back to Paris. She was staying with her parents in the outskirts of Paris, and they watched her daughter when she came into the city to meet me.
We met in the hotel lobby, there was a huge reception going on, a celebration of Russia. We hung out there for a while before we decided to go out. She had a backpack with her and she asked if she could leave it in my room before we went out. WOW again.
She's a fabulous host. We wandered the streets of Les Halles she wanted me to have an authentic French experience. We chatted amiably, and flirted incessantly.
---
The next morning, after a night of wild uninhibited sex, I found out that she had a change of clothes in her backpack. She had planned to spend the night all along. I love the French approach to sex.
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That was three years ago. Fabienne and I are still in touch. I last saw her in February of last year when I spent a night at her apartment. Tea, the woman I was dating then, and I had spent a couple of weeks in Paris, Luxembourg and Frankfurt. Tea had flown back to the US from Germany and I had driven our rented car back to Paris. Back to Fabienne.
I had been to the Cordier exhibit at the Musée d'Orsay earlier, but they had sold out of posters of my favorite sculpture, the majestic "Nègre du Soudan" I asked her to pick one up for me before the exhibition closed.
She IMed me today... She still has the poster and offered to mail it to me.
"No," I said. "I want to pick it up from you."
I am incorrigible.
posted by SagaciousDemon at 8:01 PM
