I awoke later in the day, actually well before sunset, sleeping when my mind races, is not something I do well. Since joining the military, sleeping is a long lost memory anyway. For a brief moment in time, I did what I normally did. I took a piss, shook out my hair, and lit a smoke, and actually found a beer in the minibar.
I was sitting down and taking a look at the copy of Le Parisien on the table, when the earlier events of the day hit me full force. I know what you're thinking, this guy really is daft if he forgot that quickly. I also remembered that I could not get back to Rachel's home if my life depended on it, nor did I think to get a phone number from her. Luckily, she was thinking for me that day, which in turn, would be a habit she did for months to come. I went downstairs to be immediately notified by the desk clerk, that I had a message from a young lady that wished to speak with me at the nearest convenience, and boom, there's the phone number.
With the assistance of the concierge, I had a phone put to my disposal in the lobby and gave her a ring.
As the phone rang, I wondered what was to happen, what would her mood be after being apart from me, all matter of things ran around in my head. Luckily, she answered pretty damn fast. *"Bonjour, qui parle," I heard in that sweet voice. I replied with a wide smile on my face, ***"L'homme de vos rêves ou de vos cauchemars, à vous de choisir." I heard laughter on the line, and she switched quickly to english. "Well, that depends, did you dream of me or no?" To be honest, I didn't dream any conscious dream at all, I literally shut down, but I didn't want to make a lady frown. "Of dreams of you, I am sure, although I do not recall them, as they were most powerful and poetic. I have been spared that particular pleasure, so I can forge a reality and not a dream." Now that line, ladies and gentlemen, is a class way of saving your ass. If you need lessons, I charge by the hour.
"Well, mi amor, it seems you do know your way around bullshit, it seems," she said candidly. "Flattery will get you no where, but as you were exhausted I shall pity you this once," she warmly breathed into the phone. "I appreciate your candor, maybe next time we meet, you can teach me on proper bedroom etiquette." I realized the error in saying this as soon as I said it. In all honesty, I was making a sleep joke, and it came out as a sex line. "I'm sorry Rachel, that wasn't meant to sound the way it did, I was referring to sleep, honestly." I could hear her giggling in the phone, and thankfully her mood was just as playful as my idiotic brain workings. "Well, you make me sad, I am sure you could do a lot of lecturing in the bedroom."
At this point, I will not lie to any of you, I got hard....fast. Sue me, I'm a man.
"That is kind of along the lines of what I want to discuss with you Rachel, and I'm being serious, will you come to the hotel, so we can talk? We can stay in the lobby of course, or we can go to a cafe'. I just think we need to discuss some things." I finally said it....I finally got out what I needed to say.
I could sense a little hesitance on her end, call me crazy, but I could feel the recoil from her, and it hurt. She stayed silent for at least fifteen seconds, and I was about to ring off in a solid defeat, when I heard her speak. "Oui, I believe we do need to discuss some things. But can it wait until tonight? You will still come to the gathering will you not," she asked me with a sense of urgency.
"Yes dearest, I will come."
* Hello, who is speaking?
*** The man of your dreams, or nightmares, you take your pick
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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.
