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 I met Emmanuel, a blond hair blue-eyed Frenchman at a club off Les Champs Elysées on night. He was with his sister in town for the weekend from Marseille. We made eye contact at the bar when I went to get refills for myself and my girlfriends. There was an immediate attraction. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of me. All I could think of was how cute our babies could be. You see, I’m blond haired and blue eyed too.
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 I’d been divorced from my husband, who’s French for almost a year when I met Marc (also French) while out shopping at my neighborhood Sunday market. I know it sounds cliché but we both reached for the same apple and that’s how it all started.
“Oh, where’s that charming accent from.”
“San Francisco.”
“I’ve been to NY but never there. Is it nice. I really want to go….what brings you to Paris? Here for your studies.”
And so on. We did what I thought was flirting for over fifteen minutes before exchanging numbers.
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 You know how it is when you first start dating someone. Everything is new and exciting and the passion is explosive! Well, what happened to me is a prime example of such madness.
My boyfriend and I were going at it pretty hot and heavy in his water bed. You remember waterbeds, right? The motion of the ocean…well, we were creating hurricanes like waves, if you know what I mean.
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 It’d been a month since I’d seen my boyfriend. I live in Paris and he lives four hours away. We have only been going out for five months. We’re in the new stages of a relationship and are madly in love. Everything’s rosy when we see each other and we’re sad and lamenting when we’re apart.
As we’d missed Valentine’s Day, I knew our reunion would be special. We were going to make up for it the first night of my arrival, and I couldn’t wait. I wore a black shirt embroidered with lace and a pair of dark Diesel jeans that I know he loves. My hair and my make-up went off without a hitch and I, for the moment, smelled fantastic, wearing a new perfume.
The four-course dinner was prepared with love and tasted superb. The wine was a very expensive bottle that he’d been saving since Christmas. Everything was going perfectly…the meal, the candles, the soft music, the conversation…our happy reunion was everything I had hoped it would be...and more.
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