From Singapore to the World: A Journey of Lesbian Love Across The Globe

Chapter 6.6: A Whirlwind Romance in Paris

She would watch my stories but never react. Still, I kept posting—me out having fun with my new French friends, exploring the city, and hitting up lesbian bars in Paris. It was my way of showing her what she was missing, hoping for some kind of response.

Eventually, she reached out, ironically after I posted a story trashing Parisian food. We started talking again, and soon enough, we decided to meet up. I invited her to check out my new place in Bastille, and she agreed.

We had dinner together that evening, and afterward, we headed back to my tiny apartment. It was a space barely fit for one person, with hardly any room to move. Just turning around meant bumping into her—and bump into her I did. One small touch led to another, and soon we were kissing, falling into the bed together.

What followed was a month of whirlwind romance. I'd wait for her daily outside her office, and we'd head back to either her place or mine. On the few nights we stayed apart, I missed her terribly. I found myself wanting to be with her every moment, wrapped up in the excitement and intensity of being together.

But time wasn't on our side. My three-month visa was about to expire, and I had to leave Europe soon. I told her I was flying out from London and asked her to come spend five days with me there before I left. She declined, saying she couldn't take time off work just to "play around with me."

We tried to make the most of the time we had left. I told her I wanted to see *Crazy Horse,* a famous cabaret show in Paris, and asked her to go with me during my final week in the city.

It turned out to be one of the best shows I've ever watched. The performers were mesmerizing, their movements hypnotic, dancing half-naked under the spotlights. The sensuality of the performance set the perfect mood for the night. Halfway through the show, we couldn't help ourselves—we were kissing passionately, caught up in the erotic atmosphere.

Afterward, I asked her if she enjoyed the show, and she raved about it, complimenting every detail. French people are known to be critical, so if a French person loves something, you know it's good.

That night, back at my place, we had the best sex we'd ever shared. It was incredibly intimate, a level of connection I hadn't felt with her before. The memory of that night still lingers with me to this day. The combination of the show's sensuality and our deepening bond made it unforgettable. If you ever find yourself in Paris, I highly recommend seeing *Crazy Horse* with your partner. It's more than just a performance—it's an experience that stays with you.

But despite the magic of that night, the reality of my departure loomed over us. The days were slipping away, and I knew I had to leave, leaving behind the whirlwind romance that had blossomed in the City of Lights.