Here is what happened:
I was walking home to Brooklyn from Manhattan over the Williamsburg bridge, laden with heavy winter attire and groceries, and completely lost in my music. It was sunset, and just warm enough for me to have my wool coat unbuttoned to let in some air while I walked.
A man, not unattractive, and walking in the other direction stopped me and asked me in French if I'd studied at some university or other in Paris.
"I'm sorry," I said, "My French is really rusty, did you ask me if I went to school in Paris?"
"Yes," in a thick Parisien accent.
"No, I'm sorry, you must be thinking of someone else," I replied.
"You look very much like someone I know," he said, "You are very beautiful, may I walk with you?"
"All the way back to Brooklyn?"
"I may never see you again, I'm in New York only a week."
I say yes, we walk for five minutes exactly...the time it takes to reach the top of the bridge where the low sun is painting everything an almost bloody orange. He's here on business, what is the key I wear around my neck? have I ever been to Paris? Brooklyn is lovely, it's his first time seeing it, why am I laughing so much? Can he kiss me?
"No, I don't know you," I say.
"But we may never see eachother again," says he, all French-accented and charming.
"We're at the top of the bridge," I say, "Bijou bijou, and then you go to Manhattan and I go to Brooklyn."
He agrees.
bijou
bijou
bi-BAM! He Frenches me. Full on, tongue in mouth, hand over breast, other hand on hip, sunset illuminated kiss.
Okay, crazy Parisien man I met 5 minutes ago is Frenching me on the top of the Williamsburg bridge, I think, What do I do?
Now, my usual inclination towards men who decide to kiss me full tongue after 5 minutes idle chit-chat would be a slap in the face. Instead, I kissed him back.
Then he asked for coffee, I said maybe, he gave me his number, and turned back to Manhattan while I turned back to Brooklyn.
So, I'm replaying the scene in my head deciding whether it's sexy or creepy. It's like one of those movie trailers that's recut to different music, to make a romantic comedy look like a thriller or an adventure flick look like a gay drama.
I'm still not sure, and wondering what others think: sexy or creepy?
I was walking home to Brooklyn from Manhattan over the Williamsburg bridge, laden with heavy winter attire and groceries, and completely lost in my music. It was sunset, and just warm enough for me to have my wool coat unbuttoned to let in some air while I walked.
A man, not unattractive, and walking in the other direction stopped me and asked me in French if I'd studied at some university or other in Paris.
"I'm sorry," I said, "My French is really rusty, did you ask me if I went to school in Paris?"
"Yes," in a thick Parisien accent.
"No, I'm sorry, you must be thinking of someone else," I replied.
"You look very much like someone I know," he said, "You are very beautiful, may I walk with you?"
"All the way back to Brooklyn?"
"I may never see you again, I'm in New York only a week."
I say yes, we walk for five minutes exactly...the time it takes to reach the top of the bridge where the low sun is painting everything an almost bloody orange. He's here on business, what is the key I wear around my neck? have I ever been to Paris? Brooklyn is lovely, it's his first time seeing it, why am I laughing so much? Can he kiss me?
"No, I don't know you," I say.
"But we may never see eachother again," says he, all French-accented and charming.
"We're at the top of the bridge," I say, "Bijou bijou, and then you go to Manhattan and I go to Brooklyn."
He agrees.
bijou
bijou
bi-BAM! He Frenches me. Full on, tongue in mouth, hand over breast, other hand on hip, sunset illuminated kiss.
Okay, crazy Parisien man I met 5 minutes ago is Frenching me on the top of the Williamsburg bridge, I think, What do I do?
Now, my usual inclination towards men who decide to kiss me full tongue after 5 minutes idle chit-chat would be a slap in the face. Instead, I kissed him back.
Then he asked for coffee, I said maybe, he gave me his number, and turned back to Manhattan while I turned back to Brooklyn.
So, I'm replaying the scene in my head deciding whether it's sexy or creepy. It's like one of those movie trailers that's recut to different music, to make a romantic comedy look like a thriller or an adventure flick look like a gay drama.
I'm still not sure, and wondering what others think: sexy or creepy?