6 Days In Paris

I arrived in Paris after 6 days in London. I walked the streets with a tourist map, visiting a few places of interest but not understanding the language did not make things easy.

On the fifth day an English lad, about my age, arrived and with my broken English we got to talk a few words that night in the pub downstairs. He told me about a club just around the corner from the hotel where we stayed. After some thinking I excused myself and went to my room where I got myself ready for the outing.

The club was not too full and I parked at a table and in no time I was joined by a French mademoiselle. We had no language in common but she made it known that her name was Michelle. When the waitress arrived Michelle produced a piece of paper and a pencil. She drew a bottle of wine. Quite an artistic b*tch she was. Being not stupid, and knowing exactly what she meant, I nodded my consent and she ordered.

By the time the cheap champagne arrived she was sitting on my lap kissing me. She had a few years on me but what the hell; who was to know? I choked at the price of the champagne but forked the money out. I was 21 and itchy.

The next moment the table was swamped with women and I feared for the bottle of champagne but Michelle jumped off my lap and chased them off like flies. She returned to sit next to me. While gesturing that the bottle was meant for just the two of us and nobody else, she poured some champagne and resumed kissing me.

Halfway through the bottle, which I had very little of, the waitress arrived again and Michelle drew a plate of food on the piece of paper. Being not stupid, and once more knowing exactly what she meant, I nodded my consent and she ordered again. The two plates of food arrived and took another large chunk of my dwindling supply of money but by then I was so hot you could weld with me.

After the food – to this day I still do not know what it was – we finished the rest of the champagne. By then she was back on my lap again and she started drawing on her piece of paper again. I watched her anxiously, knowing that my budget for the week was dwindling very fast. That was when I pushed her off my leg, jumped up and walked out. Very pissed off I walked the 60 yards back to the hotel.

Did she think I was stupid?

There was no ways that I would buy her a bed as well!