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It has been ages since I saw the very hunky man who lives across the street from me and who likes to be naked in his apartment.  Now, on my last night in Paris, I notice that he has come home, turned on all his lights, and reverted to his previous habit of stripping down and trying on clothes.  Only this time, he has another hunky man with him who is wearing only a pair of white boxer shorts.

The City of Paris knows how to say goodbye to its lovers with style.

Date: 2005-07-30 08:59 pm (UTC)
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It's almost like he knows you're leaving, isn't it? :-)

Date: 2005-07-30 11:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Last Tango in Paris.
All windows are open to you and you can see everything.
There's something moving about that.

Two for one

Date: 2005-07-31 12:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Remember that day last May when we were leaving your place (I think we were on our way to Le Cafe for dinner, around 8:30), and we passed that guy on Marie-Stewart who was exiting from the apartment across the way with another hunky stud, and I said "I think that's the mysterious naked man?" Well it was.

A few days later I saw him again, lounging outside Le Pain Quotidien. I was early for a date with Marcio so I stopped to watch him reading a bike magazine while he slurped a cafe au lait en bol. Knowing I was leaving soon and had nothing to lose, I mustered the nerve to proffer a hello. When he glanced up at me with a quizzical frown, I stuttered that I lived across the street from him--that, indeed, our windows faced each other on the same niveau, that, well "you know...."

He started upright from his slouch to ask me in impeccable English (with the sexiest Italian accent), "You are the guy at the computer, the one who types in the middle of the night?" I hesitated and then replied, "Well no, not exactly: that's my lover." He held my look with such command that I felt compelled to add, "And I frequently stand behind him, staring out the window--at you."

To make this long story shorter, I'll cut to the chase. "Look," I said finally, "Paul leaves Paris for Toronto on the 31st of July--I think it's a Sunday--and he possibly won't return for quite a while." "So," he pouted, resuming his slouch with an unconvincing attempt at boredom. "So," I continued, "do you think you could put on a show for him the night before he leaves...?"

He closed his eyes as he slid his lanky body lower on the bench, then opened them while he leaned his head backwards in a provocative stretch. Retrieving a package of cigarettes from the pocket of his cargo shorts, he lit one without looking at me, inhaled it languorously, then blew the smoke up into the awning.

Slowly, he turned to face me, dragging deeply on his cigarette. Blowing smoke directly into my face, he finally replied, his stubbled face breaking into a grin:

"How about two for one...?"

Re: Two for one

Date: 2005-07-31 06:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
My life is soooo boring.

Date: 2005-07-31 12:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh wow, what a grand goodbye. I like how that worked out just in time, eh? ;)
I bet he'll be one of your most memorable neighbours ever. I still can't believe you were gone for a year. A YEAR. How did we all survive without you? Also, on a sidenote, Sara says hello. She's glad you have an LJ.

Date: 2005-08-02 09:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
you got back to toronto yesterday, right?
please tell me you did...


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