THE ART OF SEDUCTION
I laid in bed exhausted. You never realize just how out of shape you are until you do
something physical -- like having sex.
I looked at the woman laying beside me. She had dark hair, in her late twenties – a
Russian beauty. Her eyes were closed and she was snuggled up close to me.
The apartment I had rented didn’t have any air conditioning. I was vacationing in France
and found much to my dismay that the French had very different methods of keeping cool
than us Americans did.
But it was night, and the windows let in a cool breeze, so it wasn’t too bad. I looked up
at the ceiling and reflected on the night I had.
I had met the girl on the street. I was sitting at an outdoor café having a Coke, watching
the waves crash down on the beach of the French Riviera. The sun had just gone down,
and I was waiting for some friends to join me, when I saw her.
I had a good five minutes to see her coming. She was walking down the sidewalk
towards the café I was at. She was alone, and looked to be window shopping, slowing
down as she passed various stores and looking at the items displayed.
I fixed my eyes on her. I knew if I could lock eye contact with this one, I could start a
conversation with her.
Sure enough, as she got closer, she saw me. Our eyes locked. I didn’t look away, and
neither did she. I smiled. She smiled back. I tried to think of a fancy opener, but being
in a foreign country, I had no idea if she spoke English.
“Hi,” I said.
“Hi,” she responded, stopping.
“You’re Russian?” I said, noticing her accent.
“And you’re American,” she said in kind.
“You going somewhere?” I asked.
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