(continued from previous post, "F" is for France)
Good bye, Au Revoir. Good by's are always difficult, especially with American girls. C'est la vie.
She was so sweet, but oh so dependent and demanding,
not like French women. . .
French women understand that it's all a game, a game of the enjoyment of the opposite sex with no promises.
She did love Paris and it was wonderful for a while for me to see my city with new eyes, to listen
to her collection of old French records, especially Edith Piaf.
But she wanted me to leave Natalia, my wife, imagine. I used the same old excuse, moving to Provence, but of course, I'm not going anywhere. I hope she doesn't cause a scene, but I was careful with my personal information. Why does it have to be so dramatic with women?
I must change my cell phone number immediately. I'm getting that headache again.
Thank you to Stephanie from Clay Baboons who suggested I might switch the story to the man's point of view. www.claybaboons.com. Visit her blog. She uses clay figures to illustrate her stories which makes her blog very unique.