"You are not like any man I have met, this is usually the time, someone wants love making or nasty things," she said to me with a wan smile on her face.
I smiled down at her, despite being over a foot taller than her, she was a force alright. "Well maybe I just want to set the mood, you know loosen you up a little first."
She laughed and lightly punched my arm, "It takes alot more than a good voice and sweet words to open this flower, monsieur."
I feigned injury and mock begged for quarter against this mighty opponent. "I yield madam, damn my American ways." We both had a laugh and a strange thing happened. Our eyes met,yet this time, we both had a change of face. She turned away and I looked to the sky. We both felt it, the connection, the tugging of heart strings, the fluttering of butterflies, all the cliches' were made real in that moment.
And she ran from me with a speed that matched her beauty....
YOU ARE READING
Across the night, and to the moon we went
Non-FictionA story of how I met a lovely girl, while singing a song in a restaurant. Very real story, unfortunately it's not as sweet as it may seem to be. There is always a catch in life.
