“Will you meet me at La Tour Eiffel? Tonight?” I heard the sounds of a café in the background over the phone. Glasses clinking, French girls laughing- discussing their plans for ce soir, & the love notes of Parisian street music suggested he was already in the heart of the city.
Le Métro de Paris connects the city. Step in, step out. Go ahead and jump the turnstile if you dare. Run away from les contrôleurs, don’t look back. Unless you have somebody waiting, running behind you. Then always look back.
“My name is…. and I just moved here. Let’s explore.” Approve. click.
You can’t blame a girl for trying. I’m in a new place, and I don’t know anybody at all. So I posted a string of words, “let’s meet up.” And then I forgot all about it, and my Parisian boys, I’m sorry I forgot all about you. That glass of wine sounded tempting, and watching the stars from your apartment balcon did too. Continue reading “To the Parisian boys I never replied to”→