Saturday, August 21, 2010

France, and Yves

I went to France for 8 days. Boy did I get a surprise during my visit.
First I explored some places, and found a skeleton its home in the graveyard. I did a few odd and end jobs for other people, too.
I opened treasure chests with keys. This was a family tomb, and one of the family members was missing from his rightful place. So I returned his ashes to where they needed to go.
I also met this man in the market on my second day visiting. Even though he could use a haircut, I just couldn't keep my eyes off of him.
I asked him if he was married, or seeing anyone. When he said he was available, nothing would stop me. I dove right into flirting with him, and pretty soon kissed him right on the lips. Thankfully he kissed back. He flirted back with me, and hit on my plenty. Used some cheesy pick up lines, but hey... they worked I guess.
His name is Yves.
Yves and I hit it off so well, he invited me to his home.
He had a very nice place! We stood in the kitchen chatting for a while, and flirting. He whispered in my ear things he would like for us to do together. I have to say he was very convincing. I have never ignored a phone call in my life, but one came in while he was putting his moves on my, and I never answered. and then...
After our tumble in the sheets, he told me that he really adored me, and stroked my cheek. Then I told him I had to leave. Things to do and places to go, but I would be back. I did some jobs around, like "jogging for the neighborhood." Apparently people in France have given up on being fit. I also harvested some grapes for a local nectar maker.
That night, I went back to his house, and we had lots of fun. Talking, flirting, kissing, bedding. We stayed up so late that we ended up sleeping until noon the next day. Yves got up first, so he snuck out and made us some sandwiches with his special touch. Yves is a natural cook.
I actually quickly realized that I really liked him. I even told neighbors and other locals that I was attracted to Yves. Even his roommate. His roommate brought up kids. I told him I hadn't planned on kids and actually probably will not have any. Especially with Yves, he lived to far away to be a father of children with me.

After a few more jobs that day, it was really late again. I thought about going back to base camp, but didn't want to stay anywhere but with Yves. So I headed back to his place, luckily he was still up. When Yves answered the door, he told me he had been hoping I would show up. That night we fell asleep, after a quick tumble. All I dreamt about was Yves. I woke up first the next morning and surprised Yves with some breakfast. Although I am not a natural cook, I'm not to bad in the kitchen. I even did the dishes after we ate. We spent the rest of that day together, doing what we did best... everything.

That night I even dreamt of marrying Yves, but that was never going to happen. The next day was going to be my last day, and I planned to spend that with him. It was a great fling, and a lot of good times... really good times. But it was time for me to leave.

That morning Yves told me that he had fallen in love with me, and wanted me to be his girlfriend. Unfortunately I had to turn him down, I mean I live a whole country away, it was the right thing to do .... right?
He said he completely understood, but also wanted me to know that he loved me dearly and would never love anyone else. He hugged me and kissed me passionately to say goodbye. He even took me to the airport to see me off.
As I was taking off, it seemed to me that I had spent most of that trip in between the sheets.. with Yves.
I got home late evening, but had enough time to put all my new relics and treasures away before turning in. Also I put up this new nectar rack I bought, and filled it with some bottles I had collected. I was pretty tired from my flight, so went to bed. All night I dreamt of Yves, kisses, love, rings, and weddings. I dreamt of marrying Yves. Never gonna happen.

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