Photographs and text by Corey Amaro
Match Making: Two willing souls who did not know they wanted to be together.
One Match Maker: Who was not thinking about matchmaking.
Came together unexpectedly.
The French Man (Pierre)
Late fifties, divorced over fifteen years ago. Handsome. Intelligent. Romantic. Wanted to fix up his apartment.
The American Woman (Mimi)
Late fifties, divorced fifteen years ago. Beautiful. Intelligent. Romantic. Likes to fix up old places.
The Match Maker (American living in France) –
Fifty two. Married. Blond fake. Romantic. Likes to fix up anyone or thing.
Mimi was heading home, when the volcano grounded her plans (a year ago).
She was stuck in France.
What to do? We decided to go to the brocante.
At the brocante we unearthed more than old things. Mimi shared her dream to live in France.
The volcano allowed her to live in France for two more weeks: Chez Corey's (That's me the Match Maker in case you didn't know.)
Later that infamous brocante day, French Husband called to say he was with his friend Pierre.
It doesn't take much for the Match Maker to get her wheels turning. The Match Maker quickly asked if they wanted to have dinner together.
The Match Maker asked Mimi if she had a hair brush and some lipstick in her purse? When Mimi said yes, the Match Maker told her her plan.
Mimi freaked.
Match Maker did not care… it is the task of the Match Maker to go where others dare not go.
Straight to the heart of the matter.
Pierre nor French Husband had a clue to the Match Maker's plan. The element of surprise, or a quick test of compatibility is essential.
It is best to keep some aspects in the dark. The Match Maker set the scene… She ordered wine, and during the first course asked Pierre about his apartment. Mimi blushed. The Match Maker kicked the leg of the blushing gal, under the table. Mimi squealed, which passed as the sound of excitement, interest, or "Really, you have an apartment you want to fix up?"
The two were a pair. Though they did not know that.
The Match Maker licked her lips. Juicy never tasted so rich.
But never in my wildest dreams did I know the pleasures of biting into the passionate fruit.
While at dinner Pierre offered Mimi a taste of his wild mushrooms. The Match Maker watched his fork enter Mimi's mouth, at that moment I wished I had my camera instead of a glass of wine in my hand
Touché! Fruit pictures instead.
The apple.
Symbolic.
Cut in half.
Sensuous.
The half an apple with a seed exposed.
Fruit pictures serve it up nicely don't they?
I bet you didn't know an apple could be hot? Hence, hot apple pie.
Servings of Hot Apple Pie to be continued…..
One Year Later… Guess what happened????
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