Can’t be a GUEST! anymore when it comes to love

 

Antoine and I are touristing Les Jardins d’Tuileries in Paris. Some Moon flowers are in bloom, others are tall white, ready to open. A bee lands on the tip and crawls into the still closed bloom as if it was invited. Like a virgin being slowly entered. I am amazed that the bee lounges there. Maybe it feels welcomed?

Like I do in Paris with my French boyfriend, Antoine. I live in America, and am a guest here for 2 weeks, despite my girlfriend status of four months now. We met as he was finishing his masters degree at Cornell University.

The day before I arrived he signed a lease for a room in a shared house located in a suburb of Paris called Nogent. Perfect timing.

Like while sitting on a bench within the view of the Arc d’Triomphe, each eating our salmon, tomato, lettuce baguette sandwiches. I ask, “Would you like the last bite?” He replies: “Don’t you want it?” I look into his deep brown eyes and say: “Notice what you just did. You didn’t answer my question.”

Antoine searches his acute awareness to say, “I’m being the pleaser again. I hate it.”

“Yes, I want you to answer my question. Please yourself!”

Antoine emphatically replies, “I need to please myself.”

“You are not my guest, you’re my boyfriend. I am offering you my last bite because I am full of love for you!”

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