Sensual, Thoughtful, and Very Naughty
“Michael, I have had so many bad experiences in my life that I never thought I would fall in love. I was very sure I didn’t want to have a serious relationship or get involved with someone. I guess I was worried about getting hurt and didn’t trust anyone. But with you, from the first moment I met you, I felt comfortable. When we were talking on the patio, I could see in in your eyes that you cared for me. It is hard for me to explain the feeling you give me when I look in your eyes or when you touch me…I feel like a little girl. I don’t have to worry about you or anything. I can trust you and you’ll be there for me. This is how I feel when I’m with you.”
It has been years since I last held or laid my loving eyes upon her. Paris is one of my great loves. The few photos I have of her, her letters, and my memories are all that remain. She is locked in my mind forever young as the beautiful 21 year old girl I fell in love with.
When I met Paris, she was a college student in Quebec City, Canada and also worked a pretty busy schedule as a model doing local fashion shows and photo shoots. I met her during a four-day trip she made to visit her extended family in the U.S. She waltzed into my life just as I was finishing college and was, without question, one of the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I would discover her inner beauty was even more captivating.
I have always had a case of wander lust. Far away places called to me. “Far away places” didn’t necessarily mean the other side of the planet. It could be a new forest to explore, a new city, or state. The thought of exploring new countries or experiencing new cultures filled me with excitement. Over time, my fascination with exploration grew to include women. Each woman is special journey and destination filled with magical wonder waiting to unfold.
Through her father’s international commitments, Paris had visited and lived in many countries in Europe. She was worldly and exotic. English wasn’t her native tongue but she spoke it very well. Me on the other hand, I grew up in very modest surroundings…and that is putting a good filter on it. I had nothing other than a strong belief in myself and the inner drive to make my dreams a reality. The odds of Paris and I crossing paths were remote. The odds of us meeting and falling in love were even more unlikely. Then our paths crossed.
I was standing near the bar just taking in the scene. The club was picking up and the dance floor was beginning to fill. Off to my right, I noticed two girls sitting at a table having drinks. I believe that all women are beautiful in different ways. However, one of these girls was visually stunning. From afar, it seemed as if a goddess was among us. Her friend was attractive but…damn, this young woman was celestial light.
I wasn’t the only one that noticed her. I watched a procession of dudes going up to their table and asking the goddess to dance or trying to engage her. Each of them were dismissed in quick order. I remember thinking of this as amateurish attempts by the beer-induced zombies. If two girls are sitting together, it is unlikely that one will leave the other stranded. I guess they figured it was worth the risk. Something about this bothered me though. I felt bad for the other girl that wasn’t getting attention. None of the men were approaching her, and I imagined how that might hurt her feelings.
I didn’t really want to dance or even expect her to say yes, but I decided I would approach the table and ask the other girl to dance. I wanted her to feel good and make my small contribution to restoring balance in the universe. I made the long walk to their table. This is normally a tough walk…the promise of what could be balanced by the embarrassment of being told no in front of hundreds of people. I could feel the eyes of rejected guys watching to see if I would join them in the “no thanks” line or if I would be worthy of their admiration.
As I arrived at the table, I made eye contact with the goddess and she held her gaze on me. I imagined she was preparing her “no” reply. I smiled inside. Then, I asked her friend to dance. My face went a little red when her friend said, “no thanks” and quickly looked away. I hadn’t really expected her to say yes but she barely even acknowledged me before curtly rejecting me. Frankly, it was embarrassing.
I was turning away and the goddess quickly reached out. “Wait, we don’t want to leave each other alone. You should sit with us. I am Paris, nice to meet you.” Well, this was either an unexpected twist or an approach perfectly executed. 😉
To Be Continued…