Today I took the train home.
Bittersweet.
Such an unexpected week, Sacha all to myself.
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Arriving early at the Gare de Lyon, I waited for my train
a young man passing by said (in French), "Hi Beautiful!"
I laughed.
He proceeded, "Want to sleep with me?"
"What? No."
He went on, "Can I ask you a favor?"
"No."
"Are you afraid of me?"
"No."
"Can I ask you a favor?"
"Listen whatever you ask I am going to say no."
It lead into the craziest conversation. He kept talking, asking me random questions. Sometimes I answered, sometimes I laughed, sometimes I said nothing as I stood waiting for my train. It did not bother me in the least that he carried on. At one point he said, "Do you believe in God?"
"Why are you asking me that?"
He pointed to a medal I was wearing.
"Oh. Because I am wearing a religious medal you want to know if I believe in God?"
"Yes. If you believe in God you would do me a favor."
"I am wearing this medal because I think it is pretty."
"You don't believe in God?"
For some odd reason I found the entire encounter assuming. Even though he took my casualness for God knows what, maybe he thought he was making his way into my heart or purse or whatever.
So I asked him, "Do you want money? Because if you do I honestly do not have one euro on me."
"Do you have a credit card?"
"Seriously? I thought you were finding me beautiful and wanted to sleep with me! And to think all you wanted was a couple of Euros? Gee, what a let down."
He went on, "You're crazy."
"I know and don't forget, beautiful."
Then my train arrived and I said, "Goodbye."
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