Je T’aime… Moi Non Plus
7th September 2009I’m going to Paris with a boy, but we are not in love. We are not getting married. While we are there he will not propose. We will not walk hand in hand down tree-lined boulevards, or share coffee and a pastry at a sidewalk café. Well, OK we might go to a café but we’ll have one pastry each. Maybe two. I’m going to Paris with a boy, but there will be no hanky and definitely no panky; no hilarious language barrier moments with the old woman who’s the hostess / ruthless dictator of the quaint bed and breakfast where we’ll stay. He will not kiss me at sundown under the glittering glow of the Eiffel Tower. Absolutely no one will be wearing a fucking beret.
7th September 2009 at 9:01 pm
Yeah yeah, so why are you wearing a string of onions round your neck, eh?
8th September 2009 at 1:43 am
This story makes me sad.
8th September 2009 at 4:03 am
So what’s not in it for the boy?
8th September 2009 at 7:06 pm
AUW: There will be no onions, either!
Rose: Really? Why? I don’t understand.
Jim: Showing your age there, Jim.
16th September 2009 at 6:23 am
It makes me sad because love is fantastic, and even though Paris is just another bullshit town, it’s supposed to be filled with the sharing of pastries, I think. Also, and this overrides everything else I just said, berets are fucking awesome.
16th September 2009 at 9:55 pm
That’s precisely it! Paris is SUPPOSED to be all these things. Maybe I’m being too reactionary, but I hate what things are supposed to be. I want to see what IS and what is interesting to me, not act out someone else’s idea of it. Also, people put entirely too much emphasis on love, so much they choke to death the very thing they crave.
Berets are just silly. Get a fedora or a trilby, even a flat cap, and we’ll talk. Not a stetson, though. You gotta be a certain kind of somebody to pull off a stetson.