Dear TJ,
We are on the bus, on our way to Versailles. I’ve got my own row today. Becca is sleeping in the seat across from me. She is sleeping because . . . she was up all night playing tongue hockey with Texan Harold! Of course she woke me post-hookup to share all the glorious details. They were talking after dinner, and then she asked him if he wanted to go sit in the garden, and then she kissed him. They started fooling around right on the bench. And then they heard footsteps so they snuck into the women’s toilettes (!!!!) and continued hooking up.
OK, I’ll admit it, I’m jealous. She is having a fling while I am not. Not for lack of trying. But I can barely get two seconds alone with Pierre. I sat next to him during breakfast, but he was absorbed in his café au lait and cigarette. The smoking thing is not such a turn-on, but maybe I could get him to quit. If only he would look at me.
I was wearing the guava and everything!
Perhaps I should start casting a larger fling net. Last night, from our window, I spotted a group of cute boy backpackers hanging out in the garden. I think they were Swiss or Austrian. Maybe I should make friends with them?
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