A beautiful and exotic women comes on to me right out of the blue, the only thing missing was the crappy back ground music from an old 70's porn movie to complete the intro to my now defunct dream sequence. However, finding out she was a working girl brought me back to earth with a soft thud instead of a hard crash.
I've never considered myself a stud by any nature so I half assummed dear Claire must have been far-sighted when she laid her sights on me. Barely six feet tall with an athletic build that hadn't seen the inside of a gym in a few years and topped off by an $8 haircut I wasn't exactly much of a head turner. As tempted as I was by her offer I decided to continue my walk down to the Seine to work on my painting. Old Francois would be waiting for me and I could only imagine how sour he was getting without his thermos of coffee. So, I gave a friendly wave to Claire and headed off.
"Oh, but please Jacque, you seem a little, how you say, out of sorts. Maybe I could help with that."
She was not giving up.
"No really, I'm fine. Besides I only have a few Euros on me."
Claire stood there looking at me like a wounded animal and I felt like shit. I started to walk back to her, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I'm very late for my art lesson and my teacher is really tempermental."
Her eyes became teary and her bottom lip began to quiver. Damn! I'm such an ass. I was stuck in a hard place, if I didn't get to the river bank soon, old Francois, the curmudgeon that he is would leave, but I also felt guilty about Claire. Should I risk being dropped by old Francois or for get about Claire?
My decesion was made for me as Claire ran off, wiping at her face with the back of her hand.
"Eh, silly boy, do you wish to paint something today or chase silly girls?"...
I've never considered myself a stud by any nature so I half assummed dear Claire must have been far-sighted when she laid her sights on me. Barely six feet tall with an athletic build that hadn't seen the inside of a gym in a few years and topped off by an $8 haircut I wasn't exactly much of a head turner. As tempted as I was by her offer I decided to continue my walk down to the Seine to work on my painting. Old Francois would be waiting for me and I could only imagine how sour he was getting without his thermos of coffee. So, I gave a friendly wave to Claire and headed off.
"Oh, but please Jacque, you seem a little, how you say, out of sorts. Maybe I could help with that."
She was not giving up.
"No really, I'm fine. Besides I only have a few Euros on me."
Claire stood there looking at me like a wounded animal and I felt like shit. I started to walk back to her, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I'm very late for my art lesson and my teacher is really tempermental."
Her eyes became teary and her bottom lip began to quiver. Damn! I'm such an ass. I was stuck in a hard place, if I didn't get to the river bank soon, old Francois, the curmudgeon that he is would leave, but I also felt guilty about Claire. Should I risk being dropped by old Francois or for get about Claire?
My decesion was made for me as Claire ran off, wiping at her face with the back of her hand.
"Eh, silly boy, do you wish to paint something today or chase silly girls?"...